Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games, only Calla Lily Everdeen and any other OC's that may be in this story.
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From the Treaty of the Treason:
In penance for their uprising, each district shall offer up a male and female between the ages of 12 and 18 at a public "reaping". These Tributes shall be delivered to the custody of The Capital. And then transferred to a public arena where they will Fight to the Death, until a lone victor remains.
Henceforth and forevermore this pageant shall be known as,
The Hunger Games.
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When my father passed away in a mining accident, my life became routine. Everyday since I was twelve, I'm awake by 3 am. I get dress in blue jeans, t-shirts, brown leather boots, and my father's brown leather jacket. I leave the house and head to the woods, to hunt and gather for two hours, so my family could have something to eat. Then after getting enough game, berries, roots, and herbs, I return home to wake my sisters for school. I make us all breakfast, leaving a plate for my mother beside her while I get ready for work before walking my sisters to their school. I run to the Mellark's bakery where I work from 7 to 6 everyday, including weekends. After work, I head to the hob to trade some of my goods then rush back home to make dinner for my sisters and mother. I help my youngest sister to get ready for bed while getting ready myself. My sisters and I tuck ourselves into bed and I tell my youngest sister a story to help her get to sleep without a nightmare with my year younger sister listening in. I then go to bed myself for the next day, after I know my sisters are in a peaceful slumber. This is my daily routine, it never changes, not until the 74th Hunger Game.
That's when my life goes up in flames.