Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games or any characters associated with it. All rights go to Suzanne Collins.

"I'm home!" shouted my dad. As he comes home from working in the coal mines. Well it's not really a home, more like a place to stay while we're waiting to die. For adults it's until they work to death or starve. For kids from the ages of twelve to eighteen starving is an option but the scarier one is getting reaped in the Hunger Games. That's what my life consist of waiting, hoping and going hungry.

My name is Ella. I'm sixteen years old and I live in district twelve, one of the poorest of the thirteen which once made up a country called America, which is now named Panem and is ruled by a vicious leader President Snow. Snow is the one who created the games were any child who is eligible can be reaped to participate. The Hunger Games are a gruesome show were children fight to the death for the Capitols enjoyment. It was originally to teach the thirteen districts not to rebel again; we couldn't rebel now if we wanted to we're all too weak from starvation and exhaustion. Tomorrow is the day our capitol escort Pearl will pull names from the glass bowl containing the names of all the eligible children in our district. I'm terrified my name will be the one she calls out to echo down the empty streets of the place I call home. The games have only been going on for four years so I can still remember a time were everything was perfect and I wasn't scared for my life everyday day.

I hate this world we live in and I'm disgusted by the people in the capitol who were supposedly loyal during the rebellion so now their children will be forever more safe from the games. They love the Hunger Games they dress up the tributes and parade them around. And place bets on who will win its sick really, and they're overly fake about everything. Everything about them is overdone-their hair, their makeup, and don't even get me started on the ridicules outfits they wear. But this is how everything works now and nobody gets any say.

It's just my dad and I now my mom was killed a few years ago after she talked back to the head peacekeeper and my sister was reaped in the first Hunger Games. So you can see where I get my hatred for the Games and the way things are. But we make do I go to school and cook and clean the house. My dad works in the coal mines, it's okay it's livable.