The 61st hunger games this is my first fanfic so please review and any advice will be apreciated.
District 1 Crimson
"come on son we're gonna be late!" Dad yells from the door as i look in the mirror for the hundreth time to re comb my hair.
"Coming!" I reply, stopping to rub my sore muscles, silently cursing at him. Recently my training schedule has been dramaticly increased because my dad decided this year im volunteering. I take one last look in the mirror to make sure i look presentable, unlike the tributes from district twelve. I mean who cares if your gonna die you might as well go out in style.
"Are you excited?" Dad asks enthusiastically at the door.
"Damn right i am" i reply even though Im really nervouse inside. i put on my boots and coat and head over to the reaping. this is it. The moment ive been preparing for all my life.
"Happy Hunger Games!" our escort says enthusiasticly with that ridiculouse accent of hers."And may the odds be ever in your favour!" i snorted at the comment as the mayor begins to read the tediouse treaty of treason.
Then the escort plunges her hand into the bowl and the disrict becomes eerily silent. Just as she calls out the name i practicly scream "I volunteer!". I see relief flood the origional tribute's face and i laugh. He wouldnt survive a second. Not like me, no. Im ready for this. i swagger up onto the stage. This is what i was made for.
Chrissy
I finish putting on my make up and the deep blue dress my mother bought for me. this is because its reaping day! Im sooo excited, finally a chance to show off my skills. The training has been excrutiating for the past few weeks but it was worth it. Although many people think im just a little girl at the age of 15 I am top of my career class.
"Chrissy, hurry up the reapings gonna start!" my sister, Rosey yells. Shes only 11 and im sure shell never volunteer. She wont have to because when i win we'll be filthy rich and in the gloriouse houses in victors village. I smile at the thought as i made my way to the district square.
The usualy tediouse reading preceeds the actual reaping. So far a tall, pale 18 year old with fire red hair, from my career class volunteered. Before the escort even finishes the next tributes name me and another girl in the 17s section call out "I volunteer!"
We glare at each other and then begin sprinting towards the stage. i desperatly claw myself up on stage and realise i had made it. Thank God it would have been so embarassing if I didnt make it, my reputation would be over.
The escort asks my name and in between my deep wheezing breathing i choke out "Chrissy..." Then i remember were i am and more clearly I lift my head up and say "...future winner of the 61st hunger games!"
A deafening applaud from the crowd, and we are whisked away by some peacekeepers.