DISCLAIMER:
ME: I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES…. IF I DID I WOULDN'T BE HERE WRITING A FAN FICTION I'D BE IN A PENTHOUSE IN NEW YORK.
Moonrise56: Yeah, right..
ME: POTATOES HAVE SKIN, I HAVE SKIN, THERFOR I MUST BE A POTATO!
Moonrise56: what?
ME: I'D ALSO LIKE TO THANK MOONRISE56 FOR BEING MY EDITOR AND POINTING OUT MY MISTAKES
I slowly opened my eyes to the spectrum of light, as the sun pours in through my window. The intense light is enough to get me out of bed. I slowly pull my body out of my sheet covers, pinstriped with baby blue. Slowly placing my feet on the hardwood floor, I braced myself for the shock of the cold. In nothing but my underwear, I shiver and walk across the room to my dresser.
The Reaping was today, the reason for my tiredness and blood-shot eyes. I had stayed up all night, worrying. After the horrible, I was definitely tired. Memories of the last Reaping flashed slowly through my mind. It had been my first year and I had never been so scared in my life. But instead of my name being called I heard, "And the male tribute for District 3 is….. Bise Duncain!"
My older brother. Being twelve at the time, I couldn't grasp what really was happening, and before I knew it Bise was gone. He made it to the final five until being cornered in a ravine by the Careers. I've always had a secret hatred against them since then.
I quickly ate my daily intake of oatmeal. Usually, I would have headed off to room 664 in tech middle school, District 3's main school. But school was cancelled today.. After collecting my hugs form my younger brothers and a quick kiss from my mom I departed. I slowly walked in the growing herd of children being led by Peace Keepers to the main square. After lining up by age, we stood roped off from the world in town square. Parents waited behind the roped off areas, hoping. After a long period of waiting in the blistering heat, the town mayor, and the town elders gathered on stage.
Then, slowly wobbling on her ten inch heels, Melsi Everfire walked onto the stage. She wore all yellow, along with a pen skirt. With a skinny yellow top, with a large line of yellow flowers dotting across her blouse up to her neck area where they spread out in all directions. A feathery yellow hat completed her outfit. She began loudly:
"Welcome, people of District 3, and may I say, happy Hunger Games!" She allowed her voice to crack a little, and then giggled to herself.
"Today we shall choose one young man and one young woman, to fight to the death with 22 other children to represent their Districts!"
I gulped. I had my name entered in the big glass fish bowl at least six times .I needed to support my family, but working as a lab assistant just wasn't enough.
"And of course ladies first!" Melsi declared in her know-it-all accent. She reached into the large glass bowl and pulled out a crisp piece of paper and said, "The female tribute for district thirteen is….. Willoe Roxen!" When I hear the name, I know something is wrong. Then it hits me. Willoe Roxen is Althea Roxen's little sister. Althea is the girl in my class. The one I'm in love with. Slowly, Willoe gets up, shaking. She begins to walk forward, her small curls of light hazel hair bobbing up and down. Suddenly I hear a scared voice.
"I volunteer as tribute!"
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