Prologue
Imagine you are a Capitol citizen. You are sitting around the TV screen with your little brothers and sisters, your Mom and your Dad and excitement begins to well up inside your body like a firework. It's been a whole year. The time has finally come.
Your brothers pretend to stab one another with swords and viciously cheer like titans, and your sisters chat with such enthusiasm it's quite overpowering. You sit in between your parents, who are speaking to you about what you are wearing, but you aren't listening; you never do listen, anyway. You stare at the screen, begging it to flash to life soon. Your mind whirls with all kinds of questions: I wonder this year will be better than the last? When will it start? I wonder what they all will be like, and whether I will like them? And you smile, because soon enough, you will find the answer to all these questions, and soon.
It takes what seems to be forever for the TV to finally come to life and your family to be hushed and silent. Your heartbeat picks up; this is it. This is really it. All this waiting has finally come to an end. You eagerly lean forward and your Dad tells you the sit back a bit. Of course, you do not. You lean more closely.
There she is. Your beautiful president stands proudly on the podium. She tosses her blonde hair, like waves of gold, over her shoulder and her ruby lips contort into a sinister smile. She then beams at you and gestures for silence around her. You feel disappointment – it was a shame you could not see her in person. She opens her mouth and her melodic voice rings and echoes throughout her mansion. She talks about your unstoppable country, Panem, and how the thirteen districts tried to rebel against its superiority, and failed. Well, obviously, you think, and share a private giggle to yourself as you think about the pitiful districts and their failures. She talks about how the thirteenth district of Panem was destroyed in the great rebellion. What was it for? You can't remember. Oh well, it probably wasn't that important anyway. Your president continues to speak and you zone out a little before a murmur of excitement around you brings your attention back once more.
These words cause you to shiver in apprehension and delight.
"And so, I am pleased to announce that, 98 years after the rebellion had ceased, this year will be as utterly brilliant as the last. Ladies and Gentlemen of Panem, the 99th Annual Hunger Games is about to begin!" The president smiled. "Happy Hunger Games and May the odds be ever in your favour!"
A roar of cheers and shouts burst out from the whole of the Capitol and you cheer amongst them. Finally.
Happy Hunger Games, indeed.
Hello Fanfiction! Just me, WritingForever001 here! So, yeah, this is my first fanfic, and it's a SYOT! I've read quite a lot of these and I thought it would be just awesome to do one of my own, so I am! I really would love to see the tributes you guys send in, so please send one in! But please, send via PM! That's my only rule; be as creative and as original as you like.
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