Career Choice
PercyJackson,District4
Finally, the Hunger Games are here. I have been waiting for this day for four long years, waiting for the day to arrive when I would enter into the Hunger Games. I have been trained as a career since I turned twelve, and today the head trainer told me that I would be the one representing District Four this year.
"Percy! Time for reaping!" My mother called from downstairs. Down there, my sister Casey and my step-dad Paul were waiting. Casey is reading a book, and chewing on her long black hair. She is pretty much my world. I have never let her train as a career, because what if she failed, and died? Where would I be then? So I never made it remotely possible for her to be reaped. I made sure every year someone would be in line already, so that she wouldn't get sent to the Hunger Games. We headed outside, walking down to the town square past the old docks with drunken men throwing up into the sea, up the narrow alleyway that led us to the town center, where the reaping was about to take place. The mayor of the district comes up to read to us about the first and second rebellion, while I run into the sixteens area with Casey going to the fourteens. When he is done reading, the escort comes up to the big reaping ball with all the names in it. The escort swirls through the names, and picks out a large piece of paper.
"Brendon Huggles!" He shouts in a capitol accent.
I shoot up my hand and yell, "I volunteer!" Then I run up to the stage and I see the head trainer nod his head ever so slightly. I wait for the escort to say the girls name, and when he does, the name chills my bones.
"Casey Jackson!"
CaseyJackson,District4
...What? I-I was reaped? But... how? Percy made sure this wouldn't happen. But, wait! District Four always has volunteers! I wait for someone to respond to the call, but no one does. I curse, but walk up to the pedestal. The escort trills something in his stupid Capitol accent, and I shake hands with Percy. He looks me in the eye, and mouths two, charming, wonderful words.
"Not. Career."
I sigh in relief. I won't have to join the group that kills people for fun. And Percy won't be joining it either. I guess we will just have to... survive then, hope that everybody else kills each other, but it can't be that simple. I know I'm missing something. But what?
Author's Note: DUNDUNDUN! Welcome to my newest fanfic, the 129th Hunger Games! These games will be prominently featuring my OC, Casey Jackson, and the one, the only, Percy Jackson! This story will be my most updated story from now on, because I have basically given up on my Harry Potter stories. I might continue it. This story is dedicated to Number One fan of Journey, Axxi, Pceluvmusicart, Socaballluvr13, and Obiwanlivesforever. You guys are awesome, and Journs, I hope you're proud of the evilness I'm going to put in this story. ;)