(SO THE REBELLION NEVER HAPPENED AND KATNISS AND PEETA DIED IN THE 74TH GAMES AND CATO WON. 5 YEARS LATER AND NOW WE'RE UP TO THE 79TH GAMES. P.S. CINNA NEVER BECAME THE DISTRICT 12'S STYLIST TILL NOW AND I MAY USE SOME SCENCES FROM THE HUNGER GAMES. ENJOY)

The Reaping

The Reaping was near. The death sentence. The execution of a young man and woman. Twenty-three to be exact. I read that in the ancient times that people got beheaded for crimes that they didn't do. They were killed for something that wasn't there fault, kind of like the Reaping.

Why is it so enjoyable watching teenagers die? Where is the entertainment? People killing each other are horrible. I'm sure the districts agree with me; minus District One, Two and Four. They are the Careers. The Careers are the only Districts who train for these games. Technically it's illegal but that's never stopped them.

Jennifer hauled in her game: two rabbits, six fish (middle sized), a squirrel and a turkey. Then she had a collection of strawberries, nuts and roots and eggs that she stole from a nest. Good haul, Jen, good haul.

Jen went to the markets. She sold her two rabbits with Monica, the butcher. She traded a squirrel with the baker for a loaf of bread. Then she bought some soup and sat at the counter, sipping the soup.

Jen thought about the Reaping for a moment and her sisters and brothers. She had one older brother, one younger sister and brother and an identical twin sister called Michelle. I have one mum and no dad. My dad died in a mining accident. Bad memories that was.

Michelle and I have both a light brown hair (like caramel) colour that is mid-length. We have sharp green eyes and tanned skin. We were always considered pretty.

When I come home I start getting ready for the Reaping. Michelle and I are both sixteen, Daniel (my eldest brother) is twenty-one so he doesn't have to worry about the Reaping. My younger siblings-Leila and Cameron, both five- don't have to worry about the Reaping.

My sister and I both dress nicely (because we're made too). We both have our hair in loose buns at the back and I wear a blue cotton dress while she wears a green blouse that brings out her eyes and a brown skirt.

"I hope you're not picked" she says quietly while watching me from the doorway.

I smile. "I hope you're not picked even more."

As the second eldest, I still have responsibilities. I mean, my brother is head of house with my mother but my father never shown Daniel how to hunt so I became the hunter for the family. I hunt and gather while mum does laundry and is also a healer while my brother works in the mines. Michelle helps me gather.

I'm the only one in my family who can hunt; or use a weapon. So if my sister is Reaped then I will volunteer to take her place.

"Let's go." I say.

The town square is packed and Michelle and I just make it in time to line up in our age group.

On the stage there are three seats; one for the mayor, one for our escort and one for our currently only living District 12 Victor, Haymitch.

First the mayor introduces everyone then talks about the history and blah, blah, blah. Then he introduces Effie.

Effie Trinket, District Twelves escort, comes bouncing up on stage. After the usual introduction she goes to the microphone and says all sweet and bubbly, "Welcome, District Twelve. Happy Hunger Games. May the odds be ever in your favour."

I think for a moment. There are sixty-four slips of me in there. I signed up for tesserae so I started with two then I kept doubling it and my previous slips stay put in it. I just kept doing it for ever. I wouldn't allow Michelle to but. So she only has four in the bowl.

"Ladies first," Effie says.

She chooses a slip and read, "Michelle Willows."

No. Not Michelle. Anyone but not Michelle.

Michelle slowly walks towards the stage.

"I volunteer!" I scream. I run towards the stage, stepping on people's feet on the way.

The square is silent.

Finally, Effie coughs. "I'm sorry sweetheart but that's not allowed. Okay, boys next," She continues on the show.

"I volunteer." I repeat, more strongly and firm.

"No, you can't. Boys next."

I start to speak but the guard's pull me back into line.

I feel tears prickling my eyes. No. No. No. No...Yes. I have a plan.

"Jeremy Hellins" Effie reads.

Jeremy. Jeremy Hellins. I know him. He's the baker's son. I traded squirrels with the baker just this morning.

(PLEASE READ THIS. MICHELLE AND JEN WILL BE SWAPPED AROUND. SO MICHELLE WILL BE CALLED JEN NOW AND JEN IS MICHELLE. THE PERSON IN THE ARENA IS TECNICALLY JEN. THIS WILL EXPLAIN WHY. SORRY IF IT'S TOO CONFUSING BUT THAT'S THE STORY LINE.)

Once she concluded I ran to the justice building with my family on my heels. Once I signed in I run straight to Michelle in her room and say, "Take your clothes off."

My brother understood me and kept guard at the door, making sure that the Peacekeepers didn't come in.

Michelle looked confused. "What?"

"Switch clothes." I say.

She gasps. "No...I...no. I won't let you."

"I'm older and can hunt. Come on, we're identical. You'll be me and I'll be you."

I look deeply in her eyes. She nods.

We quickly change and the Peacekeepers ask us to leave, (well them). Michelle...I mean Jen hugs me. "Good luck. Here, take this as your token."

It's her good luck charm bracelet. I start to shake my head but she slips the bracelet on my wrist. Then she kissed my cheek and said, "I love you." Then she runs, passing Emma and Lulu, best friends of Jen and I.

"Hi Miche-" Emma started but stopped.

Only Emma can tell the difference between us two twins. Because she always looks at hands when she speaks and can always see the scar I made with her and Lulu and Jen.

"Jen?"

I shake my head and hug them both. "Don't tell anyone. It's to save my sister. Please don't. I love both so much."

"We love you too." Emma and Lulu cry together, barely whispering the words.

Then I leave the Justice Building and go on the train with Jeremy.