The 38th Hunger Games:
Prologue

Author's Note: Yes, I'm going to try to write my own Hunger Games. I usually write oneshots, but I decided to try something different. I'm really looking forward to this, and I'm hoping that you'll enjoy it. This chapter is just a prologue, but the reapings will begin next chapter. As you read, tell me which character(s) you support; I promise to take readers' responses into account when deciding who lives and dies. I'm always willing to listen to ideas, constructive criticism, etc. so please tell me what you think in your reviews. I already have all of the characters created and ready to begin, so they're ready when you are.

Disclaimer: I do not own the concept of the Hunger Games at all. The tributes and idea for the arena used in this as well as the mentors, escorts, and interviewer are my own, but not the overall Hunger Games nor the preceding and following events. Wow, I think that covered everything!

The Capitol

Jeff lunged for the remote, hitting the power button moments before the Panem icon flashed on the screen. He fell back on the sofa with a sigh of relief next to his friend Brandon, who was intently staring at the television.

"Where do you think the others are?" Jeff asked, referring to the three other teenagers that they watched the Hunger Games with every year.
"Late," was the only response he received. He didn't quite understand why Brandon was so transfixed with the TV already. Right now, only a capitol reporter was on screen. It wasn't until the reapings began that things got interesting.

The doorbell rang, and Jeff hurried to answer, leaving the other boy in front of the screen.

Julia and Valerie, part of the Hunger Games viewing group, entered the house as soon as Jeff opened the door, each quickly greeting him before joining Brandon.

"Randy here yet?" Brandon asked when he saw them, never taking his eyes off the screen.

"Nope, have they started the reapings yet?"

"Almost, so shut up and watch!"

Each claimed their own section of the floor or sofa, preparing for to meet the tributes.

"Will he ever shut up?" Jeff asked?

"Relax, it'll start soon!"

The doorbell rang again, and Jeff raced towards the entryway, wanting to get back before the reapings began. He opened the door quickly, admitting the final of the group, Randy, inside.

"Sorry, man, what'd I miss?"

"Nothing good yet, but they'll start any minute!"

They rejoined their friends, settling in as quietly as they could. Jeff had only just gotten comfortable when he heard the reporter's tone change. Instead of giving facts, he finally sounded excited, as if he had reached the climax of his broadcast.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, let's meet the tributes of the 38th Hunger Games!"

Author's Note: What did you think? I know it's not particularly substantial, but I thought it was a good way to begin, and I plan to use these characters from time to time throughout the Games. I think the tributes will be great and hopefully you'll be able to find at least one to support.

If I get some feedback from this chapter (I know it's not much, but still,) then I plan to update pretty soon, if not, it may be a while, it depends. Please let me know what you think. Thanks SO much for reading!