Hey guys! So I've decided to wait on the James Potter series, and give you a Hunger Games tribute! Basically, my friends and I decided to hold a Hunger Games on a Skype chat, but it didn't work out at all. They all got pissed at me for their training scores and districts, and then kept asking me annoying questions. So sorry if I offend any one of you guys with this. I've researched you a bit (thanks for the info from your Skype pages!) and changed up a couple of your last names for privacy, so the reapings will mean something to you… hopefully…
Welcome to the 85th Hunger Games people!


Rebecca Mason, District 1, 13 years old

The sun is shining bright on my eyes as I wake up to the inevitable day; Reaping Day. Every single year it's the same: two defenseless kids are called to be in the Capitol's games, the Hunger Games. Sometimes we train, sometimes we don't. Last year my brother was reaped and never came back. I didn't even get to say goodbye to him.

'Rebecca honey! Time to get dressed! It's a big day today for us all.'

Today, we don't just go to the reaping. We celebrate the day that my brother was pronounced dead. He never had any chance, we all knew that. It was only a matter of time before he left in the chopper. At least it was painless in the bloodbath. If I was to be called up, I don't know what I would do.

'Rebecca! Get your butt down here now!'

And there's dad. I run from the bathroom only in my dressing gown to the kitchen. Our house is quite small, but the biggest in our district. My father used to live in the Capitol, but became a protestor after the 74th Games, the one where Katniss Everdeen rebelled against all of Panem. If I was older, I would have joined her and rebelled against the Capitol. I just wished that I had the courage. Dad shortly after moved here and met Mum. Pouring myself a bowl a cornflakes, I'm thinking about the events ahead. What happens if I get reaped? What would happen to my family? My name is in the bowl 10 times. That's a lot for someone of my age. Although, I heard a rumor that a boy has put his name in 20 times. 20! Apparently he has quite a big family, a brother, a sister and two baby cousins to take care of, along with his parents. I feel so sorry for him; he's got more chance of getting reaped than any of the guys. Walking back to my room to get changed, I know that something big will happen today.


I'm walking out to the town hall, looking around at all the 12-year-olds surrounding me. That was me last year, scared and miserable.

bzzz 'OW!'

One of the peacekeepers clicked a little device that stabbed my finger. Blood is spurting everywhere as he pushes me towards the 13's area. Nobody even bothers to help me, even a little bandage would help! As my blood continues to flow out, I'm standing around with the few friends I have, waiting to see who gets sentenced to death.

'Hey, who do you think will be reaped this year Mona?'

"I'm not sure Essy, Julia has a chance…'

'No guys, it's going to be Veronica!'

'I have a chance…' The girls look at me in awe, not knowing how many times my name is in that bowl.

'Becca, what are you talking about? You're name is only in once!'

'No it isn't… It's in 10 times guys.'

They just keep staring at me with open mouths and glassy eyes. Their faces are solemn, they know that it could easily be me,

'But then again, it might not be!' I know that that's not true. I have more of a chance to be reaped then most of the girls in my class.


There are 5 facts that everybody in District 1 know-

1) They know that on reaping day, 80% of the time somebody is brave enough to volunteer.

2) For anyone who volunteers, anybody that thinks they could win, they will bring that thought back on them. Pretty much it's our way of saying "Karma's a bitch".

3) The Reaping day is a dark time for us all; mothers and fathers, daughters and sons, friends and enemies. No matter what, we always lose someone, whether it being mentally or physically.

4) Certain families will always lose somebody, no matter how much they train.

5) If anyone has a chance of winning this year, it's Iris McClaggen. She is training to be a career, and is one of the only people who is worth supporting. Personally, I can't stand her; her snobbish ways and her over powering personality get in the way of the important things in life, like tying to live instead of getting murdered in an arena full of kids.

I don't know anyone who would be dumb enough to volunteer. I would for my family, but I don't really have one anymore. My family has disposed of me; my brother was the star, the one that I could look up to and think, maybe this time it will be okay. Of course, my first year of being eligible to be reaped had him leaving us for good.

'WELCOME DISTRICT 1 TO THE 85TH HUNGER GAMES!'

A loud, booming voice speaks out of nowhere, scaring the bajebbers out of me!

'WE CELEBRATE OUR PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE TRIBUTES, FOR THE FATE THAT RESTS UPON THEM IS A FATE THAT NO ONE CAN IMAGINE'

The Treaty of Treason is being read out, and of course no one pays attention. It is read every year, and then the game highlights are shown. District 1 has had a history of victors, the 6th game being our first victory. Maxwell Stephenson was our victor, and he went mad afterwards. I just hope that our next victor doesn't end up like him.

'WE HOPE THAT THIS EXPERIENCE…'

Blah blah blah. The Treaty of Treason doesn't really coincide with anybody's lives; we're just forced to listen to the piece of garbage the Capitol put together to "scare" us into not rebelling anymore. Haha Haha no.

'AND WITH THAT, HERE IS DISTRICT 1'S ESCORT, MARIA!'

A woman of approximately 35 years of age walks out onto the stage, a hot pink feather boa wrapped around her neck that made her look like a pop star.

'Do you think that she could be anymore pink?'

I whisper to Essie. Maria had pink high heels with a pink, sparkly dress and a pink shoulder bag.

'I know right!'

'HELLO DISTRICT 1!'

Her voice echoed through the badly amplified microphone.

'Oops! I'll just turn that down a bit… As I was saying, hello District 1! My name is Maria, and I shall be this year's escort for your district! Now I don't want to ramble, so we'll get started early! Let's start with the girl then?'

Maria walks over to what looks to be a giant fish bowl. In earlier reapings they had a hat, but it was too unreliable. Now we could see just how many names there were. It looked like there were THOUSANDS of slips in the glass bowl, and ten had my name on them. If only there were ten less…

'And the lucky girl is…'

Maria opens the paper, almost struggling to see the name. It's probably some long name with silent letters in it.

'IRIS McCLAGGEN!'

And of course it's her, the whiny little-

'Iris? Does someone know where Iris is?'

And then I realize something- she's scared!

'Iris? Can anyone find her in the 17's area?'

All of my friends look around for her; I do too. A sudden push of the crowd and there Iris is, shaking in her boots whilst walking up to the stage.

'Come on up sweetie!' Maria takes her hand and guides her to the microphone.

'Are there any volunteers?'

'I VOLUNTEER! I VOLUNTEER!'

I don't know what came over me, but before I knew it, I was running to stage, shouting the four deadly words:

"I volunteer as tribute!'

I look up at the stage, the fear in Iris' eyes are gone. She knows that she's safe for another year. I wonder why she was so scared?

'Well, we have our first tribute! What would your name be?'

I stare at her for a while before answering:

'Rebecca Mason'

Iris sprints off the stage into her mother's arms as I'm talking. She looked so scared for somebody who had been training for this moment since she was 12.

'Anything you would like to say Rebecca?'

I'm still staring blankly out at Iris, still thinking of the possibilities to why she looked like a stunned mullet. But there is one thing that I've been thinking of saying for a while, but I didn't think that I would have to until much later in life.

'Um…'

I walk up to the microphone.

'I just wanted to say that… that I won't be playing this game! I'm not going to die, I'm not going to kill or maim. I'm going to win. For us. For Panem.'

As I look out into the faces of my district, I can see who would join me and who wouldn't. The 12 year old don't understand, but the 18's do. A slight cheer comes from the 16 Boys area, but the rest of my district just hold up a salute. The three fingers. They know that I won't come back alive, they know it.

And I know it too.


'Rebecca! Please don't leave us!'

My mother is crying her eyes out, and my father is slightly sobbing. This is the second time that one of their children have been sentenced to death, and I've already faced the facts; I'm not coming back.

'Mother, I'm so sorry…'

I cry into her shoulder, not sure of what to do from here.

'I shouldn't have done it. I should have just stayed there, standing still until Iris left.'

'No Becca,'

My father starts,

'You did the right thing. Iris looked terrified! It's the best that you can do for your friend…'

'She's not my friend Father, I've told you that on many occasions. I despise her.'

'Then why did you save her?'

'Because she's brave.'

Standing at the door of the small room was Iris. Her eyes were bagged and her face red. She had obviously been crying about the experience of being reaped. It's a one in a million chance to be reaped, and she got it.

'Becca, I just wanted to tell you… well it was very… um… nice… of you to do that… for me. Um… I just came to say… thanks?'

'Iris, that was probably the worst thank you I have ever heard, and I've heard some shit ones-'

'Rebecca!'

'Sorry Mum… anyway, I accept your thank you. But can I ask…'

'Why was I so scared?'

She took the words right out of my mouth. Iris was looking down at her hand… that had words on it… Little know-it-all needs to write a thank you speech?

'Well... I may or may have not been training that hard lately, and I slipped a cheesecake the other day from the butcher.'

District 1 is known for making luxury items for the Capitol, we're the 'wealthiest' district. Although we're still poor, our district seems to be the best. It's no wonder that we baked cheesecake too.

'And… after watching the highlights of the games each year… Seeing over 150 of our finest tributes get brutally murdered… I couldn't handle it!'

Iris' eyes are full of tears, her hands clenched together in fists.

'I trained so if I ever was chosen, I would be able to stand a chance. Becca, thank you so much for doing this. It means a lot to me.'

I'm looking into the glossy eyes of the most popular girl in District 1, and she's thanking me?

'Iris, it's nothing, really. I would have done it for anyone else that looked as terrified as what I was.'

'Thank you…'

As Iris is walking out of the room, a secret smile upon her face, I look back at my parents.

'Mother, Father, I'm going to miss you!'

'We'll miss you too honey!'

My mother screams and lashes as the Peacekeepers drag her out of the room leaving me alone for the first time in years. I guess they'll have to do without me from now on.

'I miss you already…'

And I finally see darkness after staring at my bloody hand for what seems like forever.


So… sad much? Did that last line make any sense? The first person to say the correct meaning behind it wins! (no inside jokes btw, it's earlier in the chapter)

Before you ask any questions about the series, I'll tell you three things:

1) 3 people out of the 24 tributes volunteer. One is a career (no surprise there!)

2) Three of the tributes are 12 years old, five are 13 years old, four are 14 years old, three are 15 years old, four are 16 years old, three are 17 years old and two are 18 years old.

3) I have planned out most of the arena (not really exciting until…) and it includes a volcano on a mountain peak inhabited by wolves, a dense forest with lots of trees and canopies, a small oasis in the middle of a desert area that has many caves and rocks to hide out in, and the big one… I'VE PLANNED THE CORNUCOPIA! YAY! But that shall be revealed later…

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If you want any extra information about the arena or a certain tribute, just give me a review with a question about whatever you want to know, and I will answer them on my bio.
Just a heads up though: I shall NOT be answering questions like:
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Who wins?" because that's just spoiling it!
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Why did (insert name here) do that?" READ THE BLOODY CHAPTER! If it still doesn't make any sense, it will probably be in a future chapter. If you must, try to ask me in a way that doesn't state it obvious that you're ridiculously confused. I've put a template down below.
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If (insert name here) did (event), the how come (other event) happened?" Okay, let me get this clear: READ YOU MORONS! If you're really stuck, follow my guide below.
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Any spoilers you can give us? :)" Don't you dare make me go all karate on you! NO SPOILERS! "Pretty please?" *smashes computer* STUFF YOU!
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Can you tell us if (insert name here) dies in the bloodbath? If not, when/if they die?"NOOO! NO FREAKING SPOILERS!
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Do you like (random topic/object/place)" This is a fanfiction about the Hunger Games, not a chat website like Skype or Email. You could INCLUDE that in your review if you really want to know though.
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(Rants on about topic) what are your thoughts on this?" Again, read above.

If anybody tries to ask me these questions, well… I can't really do anything about it… just try not to please!

If you must ask me a question with an obvious answer (maybe not to you) about an event/character, please do it in this format/anything similar/says pretty much the exact same thing:

(I/we/name of person) was just wondering about the (actions/thoughts) of (insert character name here), as in this (chapter/earlier chapter/s), (event happens) and it leaves us pondering over (YOUR QUESTION ON EVENT/CHARACTER). I understand that (Character/event) (takes place/is held/is near/is in/does/needs/needed/was/is/had to do) (adjective) (in/at) (event/place), but (why/why was/what if) (character/event) (did/has/is/was/adjective) in the first place? (your conclusion on statement/question)

Here's an example:

I was just wondering about the actions of Rebecca, as in this chapter, Rebecca volunteers for Iris and it leaves us pondering over why she did that for Iris. I understand that Iris was upset at the District 1 Reaping Ceremony, but why was Iris scared in the first place? This was just a query that is probably obvious, but I thought that asking the author would be my best option.
Keeley :)

That's easy enough to do... I hope...

So long kiddies!

XxX
Keeley