The Hunger Games: Unlucky 99
Chapter 1
Oliver sat on his couch. His house was littered with bottles, but that's what you get when your adopted father is a major alcoholic. "Stupid Haymitch," he thought to himself, "You through away your life on alcohol. Getting drunk must be your favorite hobby." Them, the girl of his dreams burst through his front door. Her bright red tank top and black jacket along with dark blue jeans, neon green shoes, and blonde hair. Annabel Mellark, daughter of Katniss and Peeta Mellark.
"Oliver, you've got to get out of this dump! Sitting on your couch for your whole life won't do. At least Haymitch leaves the house!" Although you'd never guess, Annabel was the younger of two children. Her and her twin brother, Annabel was two inches taller. She was the cheerful, quick, balanced, competitive one.
"Why Annabel? Nothing important is today anyway." Annabel turned the lights on, and her grin was replaced by a solemn expression. Her bright blues eyes darkened. She never looked so grim before in her life.
"Reaping," she barely more than a whisper. Oliver rose to his feet. He knew how much Annabel hated the Hunger Games. They claimed the lives of some many children, who didn't do anything against the Capitol. Just children. Annabel was always afraid that someone close to her would be Reaped. She never watched the Games, she hated them. Hated them with all her might. Everybody hated the Capitol, but no one dared to fight because of Paylor. She was evicted from the position of president when she didn't vote to have the Hunger Games again.
That was less than a year after the rebellion ended too.
They had just made it. Right before Effie Trinket had walked up to the Reaping bowls. She was dressed in an awful shade of pink, and her hair was a strong shade of red to match Annabel's top. "Welcome one and all to the annual District 12 Reaping. To some of you it is called the drawing to your death. But that's not true. Look! We have three, yes, three living victors. All three have won a Quarter Quell. Katniss and Peeta Mellark both won the 74th Hunger Games, and they both won the 3rd Quell. Haymitch Abernathy won the 2nd Quell. That shows how amazing they are. One of you could join them because of this year's Games! As I always say 'Ladies First'." Effie's hand lingered over the girl's bowl, and then swiftly picked one. She carefully held it as if it was going to blow up.
"Get it over with Trinket!" Oliver heard a voice say. He immediately recognized it as his father's.
"Oh no, he's drunk again! He's done it now. Effie's gonna throw a fit." Oliver muttered. He was absolutely right. Haymitch staggered onto the stage like an idiot hooting, screaming, yelling, and lastly, flirting with a certain Miss Trinket.
"Anyway," Effie said clearly annoyed, "Our female tribute is…"