Chapter 1 The reaping I wake up from a nightmare about the Games. I was running from a vicious tribute that had gray skin and a gold dagger. I woke up right when she was about to slit my throat. Sweaty, I get on my regular outfit t-shirt and jeans. As I swing my bow over my shoulder I think about the annual Hunger Games, Effie Trinket and her funny wigs and high heels. Escorting two kids, from the ages 11 to 18. A boy and a girl, from all of the 12 districts in Panem, to the Capitol. The Capitol with my list of words to describe it. Vicious, selfish, murderous, strange, three pages of words to describe that horrible city. I walk out my door thinking about the last 73 Hunger Games. Freezing, starving tributes forced to kill to come back to a terrified family. No riches or food could cure the feeling of murder. I walk out to the fence on the perimeter of 12, the district I live in. The fence is not on of course, never is. I crawl under the weak part of the fence to find my best friend and partner, Katniss Everdeen ( I nicknamed her Catnip, a long-lasting joke) Waiting with cheese and her bow. I bring a loaf of bread still hot from the baker, just a squirrel for a hot loaf. As we feast I bring up a subject that has been picking at me for a while now. "Do you know we could make it," I say. Katniss replies with a shake of her head. Crud, I think, Crud, crud, crud. She doesn't love me back. As we hunt I think about all the slips of my name are in that big, glass, ball. 40 I think. There's about a 10 % chance I could get picked for tribute. Hours later we come back to the fence with a couple rabbits, a gallon of strawberries, and a wild dog for Greasy Sae, the cook in the black market. We dropped of a quarter of the strawberries to the mayor who has passion for them. We parted at the road between our houses. As I head home thoughts race through my head, like who would get home my mother is cooking," Gale get dressed we are going to the reaping in a little while you know we are all required to," she says. I walked into my room to find my little sister picking out my clothes. A blue shirt and black pants. As I changed I thought of a strategy for the Games if I was the boy tribute. Maybe I could use a strategy of one of the winning tributes from 9. The tributes name was Herald he seated traps and snares all over the place and then just waited. I think that is what I'm going to go with. I head downstairs as fast as I can and head out the door just as my family gets to the road. We get to the reaping place and I see Katniss. Katniss has a beautiful blue dress and her hair is her mother's fingers work. Effie Trinket is up on the stage getting ready to pick the girl tribute from the reaping ball. She reaches her hand in and picks out a piece of paper." And this year's girl tribute is "She says "is Primrose Everdeen." I see Katniss collapsed to the surprise of her little sister getting picked as tribute. Prim starts to walk up to the stage when I hear a familiar voice and turn to see Katniss volunteering for tribute.