HELLO! I'm Hannah (if you don't follow me already and therefore don't know my name…but really, if you don't know my name you're slow. PEN NAME PEOPLE.. ). This is my newest kind of fanfiction. I say kind of because it's not exactly using any of the hunger games characters, just the same sort of premise only with people from my high school.

I'm going to be cowriting this with my friend Garrett who is a great writer and I know you guys will love his writing when it gets time for him to come in. (he will be writing the action packed death in the arena scenes)

Also, the ideas in this story are a combination of ideas from a lot of my friends including Pearrrson (I love typing his name like that…only one R in real life, btw:D), Garrett and Lisaaa (one A:P) are just a sampling of them. So, in short they are awesome and great and amazing and I love them! Gotta love my friends cuz they are so freaking random. Ideas just pop up and they text me all spastic and it's cute. Yay!

Is that all I have to say? I think so.

Chapter 1: The Reaping

The atmosphere in the room was tense. It was May 25, the day after graduation, or for the people that hadn't graduated, it was the reaping day.

The classroom was divided in half, one half being the "victors" and the other being students that knew their names were in and that this time tomorrow they could be in training to go into the arena. Everyone was wearing their standard black pants and white polo shirt with no embellishment because originality was against the rules and you just didn't rebel on reaping day.

The mentors shifted in their desks, eyes on the clock. Their English teacher wasn't actually teaching today after all, the year was over. This was the last day of school. Exams had been a week ago and then graduation. Now the reaping would mark the beginning of summer although for five days they'd be required to go to school and watch as 23 of their classmates were killed. Then they'd be released from school for a little over a month before the cycle started again.

"Hannah?" Laney asked, running her long fingers through her short brown hair. She pushed a strand of it behind her ear, brown eyes appraising her friend. Laney's hands were folded against her desk, facing away from the other half of the students and focusing on the mentors. She couldn't bare looking into their faces and thinking about their connections and thinking that this time next week they could all be dead.

Hannah raised an eyebrow, not speaking and instead lifting her eyes from the book in her hands. Her foot was bouncing up and down in a nervous tick she'd devolved after her games. She'd always been the quiet one who sat back in her seat and just listened. She didn't take part in discussions or play games. So when it came to the games, that's what she did. She waited it out. They forgot about her easily enough. She was unassuming enough to make it through that way. When the last person other than her finally caught on that he wasn't the only one left it was too late. He was dying. Still she had anxiety though. It wasn't the most pleasant experience.

Laney looked over at her with a frown. "Are you okay?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at her in turn.

"Are you okay?" Hannah retorted, crossing her arms over her chest in response.

"Well." Laney mumbled, looking over at Mike, another mentor who was sitting close by. "I suppose I understand." She mused, turning to study the desk.

Hannah nodded. None of the mentors were okay today. It was awful what they had to do.

Across the room the others were nearly silent. For good reason though. It could be any of them today. 23 students if not in this room but just in the school will be gone all too soon. They'd be traumatized, tortured by the gamemakers as the rest of the school watched. It was sadistic but it was just way things worked. You would think they'd be used to it by now but how do you get used to watching your friends die? You don't.

The bell rang, breaking the silence of the room and everyone jumped a bit. Hannah sighed, closing the book and tucking it into her bag before looking to her friends with a weak smile. "Here we go again." She told them, linking her arm in Laney's and Mary's with a little smile.

Mary laughed, running her fingers through her black hair with a nod. "Yeah, here we go again." She was fairly desensitized to being a mentor after the two years she'd been doing it. She'd learned to shut off her emotions and just lead them in the right direction before letting them go.

Andrew came up beside them, arms crossed over his chest in quiet dissatisfaction. His eyes wavered as he looked at them so content together. He himself didn't understand how they could be at all happy but he wanted that. He wanted to feel whole again. So, he decided to make an effort to understand their happiness and maybe take part in it. This was his life till he died now, he might as well let himself enjoy it. He fell into step with them as they walked outside and toward the huge auditorium in the corner of the new campus that was now MHS where the reaping would take place.

"How're you, Andrew?" Hannah asked, eyeing him curiously. He'd joined silently which interested her.

"I'm fine." He answered just as a boy from his "group" walked by. The boy was tall with dark hair and a wolfish grin on his lips. His dark eyes darted to Andrew to the rest of them before he was scooted into the auditorium. Andrew let out a sigh. "We better get inside." He said, leading them into the auditorium where they hurried up onto the stage, sitting in the lineup of chairs.

Ron was already in his seat when Andrew took his seat beside him and then Hannah sat beside him. Mary took the seat beside her and the rest took their seats in numerical order, looking out at the students in the audience. They were all sitting up rigidly, arms crossed over their chests and eyes roaming. There were a few exceptions to that rule though. The boy who'd looked at them so strangely outside was sitting in a relaxed position, and then there were the athlete types that lived for this. They almost always won the games because they'd been conditioning forever. So they just sat there with little "come and get me" smiles on their faces.

Once all of the mentors were seated and the students had taken their places, Mr. Randal, the principal, stood from his seat beside Ralf Dean, head gamemaker. He took center stage where a single microphone was stationed between the twenty four bowls of names they'd draw from. "Many years ago there was a rebellion within the student body of this very school. Once the rebellion was overthrown, this new school was built and the old school has been left as a reminder. As another reminder we gather the day after graduation to have the Hunger Games, reminding the student body of this school that you are not running this school, we are." He smirked, adjusting the fedora that adorned his head before continuing. "That being said, happy hunger games!" He boomed and a few of the staff members that had collected along the velvet blue curtains of the auditorium clapped. The students and the mentors remained silent.

Ralf stood up, walking to the microphone Mr. "Now, it is time to choose our lucky tributes. May the odds be ever in your favor!" He announced, turning to the first bowl. "As always, ladies first." His hand dangled into the bowl before yanking out the first name. He studied it for a moment before grinning. "From group one, Jamie." He proclaimed before crumpling the paper and tossing it into the trash can located just off stage.

A girl stood from the audience, silently walking forward. She had long, brown hair that fell to her back without much flair. She seemed plain which could mean one of two things. Either she was unimportant and would be killed off quickly, or she was just good enough to hide her way out of the arena.

Jamie stood center stage as Ralf walked across to the boy's lineup, extending his arm into that bowl. He stirred the names around with his fingers for a moment before pulling out one of the small, folded sheets of paper. He unfolded it, turning to address the audience again. "And the boy from group one, Robert!" He called out before throwing Robert's name into the same trash can he had thrown Jamie's into. It seemed symbolic to Hannah. Almost as if he was throwing their lives away. She was probably just being paranoid though.

Robert walked up the aisles without making eye contact with anyone. He was a blonde with glasses and a placid expression. He didn't care. Ron's expression faltered at the call of this particular name. Robert had been Ron's friend once, back in the seventh grade. They really didn't talk much after Ron was in the games though. One thing Ron did know was Robert and Jamie had been dating for six months. He shook his head. The odds were never in anyone's favor.

Once Robert was on stage he shook Jamie's hand as was customary. "Ladies and gentleman, here are this year's tributes from group number one!" Ralf called but there was no response from the group. Ron escorted them off stage and Ralf turned back to the girl's bowl's, hand dipping into the bowl before bringing out another name. "Anna!" He yelled and then the girl walked up. She had short brown hair and brown eyes. She couldn't have been over five foot two. Andrew frowned at her appearance as Ralf crossed over to draw the next name. "Digo!" He called, eyes scrunched up at the oddness of the name.

"YES!" A voice called from the audience before the dark haired boy they had seen outside bounded up the stairs to shake Anna's hand. "Let's do this!" He shouted and the students laughed awkwardly. Anna smirked at him before following Andrew off stage.

The rest of the reaping was uneventful with no more outbursts of any kind. Tributes were called, mentors took them off stage and then everyone else went home to their families where they celebrated evading the reaping yet another year. The tributes and their mentors were sent to live in the high end apartments across the street from the high school and get ready for the next day when they'd start training. That's when the games really start.

Um, okay. I don't know how I feel about that.

(oh and PS: if you're reading this and you go to this school and you got the link of my facebook page then i KNOW two of you have accounts so if both of you read it...REVIEW! i'm not gonna make the rest of you get accounts to review but if you have one they are expected:D LOVE YOU ALL!)

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