The 63rd Annual Hunger Games

by quamsayshi

As Leonard Labeur, a 15-year-old maintenance worker from District 5, heads for the arena, he finds that this arena is quite special. He makes new allies, meets new people, and uncovers who he truly is. Goes like this: Reaping, Train ride, Interviews, Parade, Training, Rating, Games...and who knows? Two new chappies out! Rated T for violence. But, that aside, I would say K . Bye!

1. Chapter I: Reaping

The 63rd Hunger Games

I am awoken to the sound of screaming. I instantly hop out of bed and find my younger sister, Nellie, crying in her sleep on the floor. I try to rouse her.

"Nellie," I say, shaking her shoulders slightly, "Nellie, wake up. Nellie, whatever you dreaming, it's not real. Nellie."

She opens her 12-year-old eyes and stares deeply into mine.

"It-it is?" She asks, wiping her nose on her arm.

'Yes, it wasn't real." I tell her. "What were you dreaming about?"

"I dreamt.." She chokes. "I dreamt…" She can't help it and she breaks into a sob. I quickly embrace her.

"Sh sh shhhh," I whisper quietly into her ear. "It's all right."

She soon whispers "No it's not. My nightmare could happen."

"No it couldn't," I muse, pushing her away slightly. "What did you dream about?"

"I dreamt that—That we were chosen to go into a large arena and—and-fight to the death with other kids." She whispers the last bit as if she'll be in trouble for saying it.

My face hardens. I don't what to say. I simply walk to our small kitchen to prepare her breakfast. I had completely forgotten that the reaping was today.

As I'm a 15-year-old living in District 5, the reaping is not a day to celebrate as it is in other districts, namely 1, 2, and 4.

After breakfast, my sister slips into a pretty silver dress that goes to her knees. I find some khakis and a vest in our closet.

After that we head to the reaping.

My younger sister is very brave. She takes the finger prick as if it's nothing.

I head over to the roped off area that reads: "15 Male", as Nellie goes off to the one that says "12 Female".

"Leonard!" Nellie calls after me. "May the odds be ever in your favour."

I crack a smile and simply reply, "Right back at ya."

Wallace, our escort from the capitol, hurries on stage.

"Welcome, guys! Welcome to….the sixty-third annual HUNGER GAMES!" He booms. He thrusts his arms into the air but his face turns serious. He whips his turquoise hair back and his aqua blue eyes dart around the room, searching for a happy face. He finds nothing.

"Okay then." He says, his smile melting. Even our ridiculous Wallace knows when things are to be taken seriously.

"Ladies first." He mutters into the microphone. His hand dips into the girls bowl and he scrapes it along the bottom, searching for a name. His plastic like hand finds a name and closes around it. He seems satisfied.

"Althea Roxen."

A tall redheaded18-year-old girl curses under her breath and makes her way to the stage.

"Now now," Says Wallace. "Let's keep the reaping appropriate."

He moves to the boys bowl. "Next, Boys!" He roars into the mic.

He dips his hand into the boys bowl and he immediately grasps a name I desperately hope isn't mine.

"Poumfernew Allalie." He reads aloud. Instantly, I hear sobbing from the crowd.

"Um….Poumfernew, please come take your place on the stage." Wallace insists. Someone shouts out, "He's dead!" The whole crowd breaks into confusion and the peacekeepers check that theory. It turns out it's true.

"Okay." Wallace says, grabbing another name.

"Leonard Labeur!"