The Hunger Games
GMS Style

District 7
1
CASEY

I took a deep breath. The green tinted skin of the Capitol name caller seemed to glow in the intense sun. She didn't seem to break a sweat though, unlike me, who was soaked with the salty substance.
The people of district 7 crowded around the town center, with grim masks plastered all over their faces. But what else would be expected, because afterall, today was the day of The Reaping.
I winced as Quinces Whorell reached her reptilian hand into a large dome, filled with the names of the possible victims of this year's annual Hunger Games. This year my name was in 24 times. The tesserae that brought in was barely enough to survive, though.
Peacekeepers glanced playfully down as if they wanted to shoot. They would, but not for a silent crowd. All of them seemed unnaturally calm. Maybe because they weren't aloud to have children.
Quinces flicked her fork tongue around the air, as if tasting it. She slowly brought out the girl's name first, slowly, as if she had all the time in the world. Too slowly though.
I drifted off into my own world. My castle. The only peaceful haven left on all of Panem. I walked around a peaceful meadow, in a beautiful silk dress. A prince appeared out of the shadows, creating cracks on my false reality.
"Casey Suttles"
His voice was raspy, not at all what I had expected.
"Casey Suttles"
I opened my eyes, and found everyone staring at me. Quinces motioned me forward, and I approached the stage in a trance, like a zombie.
"District 7, your female tribute in this year's annual Hunger Games!" Quinces bowed to the silently shocked crowd. "Now for the boy!" Her bony hand plummeted into the glass bowl.
Minutes ticked by and I stood there breathing loudly. Everything flew by in slow motion. My mom fainted in the corner as my family went to help her. I saw my best friend Travis, his eyes glittered with tears of goodbye. I felt the whole districts eyes on me. Every television pointed towards me.
Out of nowhere Quinces hand shot out of the bowl. Papers flew everywhere as they were carried with the heavy wind. Quinces wig almost toppled of her pointed head. "Well, it seems our boy tribute is Connor O'freely. Congratulations young fellow. Remember watch the Hunger games."
Silence echoed through the forest of town square. A squirell fell from the grand oak in the heart of town square. I wish I had my bow. Hunting would take my mind off of everything.
A boy tumbled onstage guarded by peacekeepers and fell. He quickly got up. Travis' brother who was my age stood before me. His sandy hair was blown upwards with a gust of wind. His burnt marshmallow brown eyes recognized me. He stuck out a hand which was badly cut and bruised.
I shook his and without knowing what I was doing I hugged him and whispered in his ear. "We will win this as a district. I promise." I let go and Quinces made us walk back behind the curtain to the mayors house.
The final talk with our parents. I couldn't believe it. As we walked along the shady cobbled road it began to rain. Berg Ovice, our mentor ran up to us. His pinstriped suit was wrinkled and stained. The black stubble on his chin was covered in crumbs. His black Afro sprouted leaves and twigs which acted like a raincoat so that he didn't get wet.
We stepped inside a red carpeted hallway in the mayors house. One room on each side of the hallway opened. I walked in a light wood paneled room. At least a hundred clocks hung on the wall. They ticked endlessly.
It seemed to tick for ages. A peacekeeper walked my mom and family in. "Ohh!" My mom ran to come hug me knocking down clocks as she passed. "Stay with us! Please, stay alive. You can hunt, you can,... you are my daughter. Casey just take this bring this with you wear it everywhere." She let go of me and melted to a pile of tears on the floor. The rest of my family were board. "I will win for all of us. I promise. I love you guys and I will never leave you." I said. "But, you have to work with Connor you have to win together! My baby stolen by the capitol!" With that my mom fainted as the peacekeepers marched in to take my family away so that I was left to solitude.