Hi guys. So I had tried to write a crossover story between Harry Potter and Star Wars earlier, but I lost inspiration and found no way to continue it. For a while, I have wanted to write a Hunger Games story, but my own version of things. This takes place in the same universe of Suzanne Collin's original book series, but with completely different characters and a few tweaks added. I will try to complete this story, and be patient as I trudge my way through what I think are the boring parts (training, interviews, etc.). So, here is my story. Enjoy!

I wake up in my bed, knowing my parents have already left for the morning. Since it is reaping day, they must go down to the Justice Building bright and early, as all previous victors in each district do. Years back, my father won the 49th Hunger Games at age 15 and became the first victor for District 12. The next year, my mother was reaped, and Dad was her mentor. They fell in love, and Mom says that was one of her main motivations for staying alive. Her Hunger Games was a Quarter Quell, which means a big twist was added to the games. For this Quell, four boys and four girls were selected from each district, and they fought in separate arenas until 12 people remained. Then, they combined the 12 boys and 12 girls to fight to be the final victor. So basically, my mom had to survive two Hunger Games.

I walk down the hallway of my house in the Victor's Village to my twin sister Melanie's room. I knock on the door, and she opens it after about a minute. Her hair is very messy, and it is obvious that she just got out of bed.

"What are you doing? We only have like an hour and a half before the Reaping if we want to go hunting," I say.

"We don't have to go every day, you know," she says. "Especially days like today. We haven't gone hunting on Reaping day since, you know." Melanie looks down at the ground.

"I know, but I thought we would be ready," I say quietly. I know what she's talking about. The cruel thing about the Hunger Games is that from the time you turn eight to the time you turn eighteen, you are not safe. It is one of the cruelest things about this country, they way they can throw vicious teenagers in with little kids. Although anyone under age twelve rarely gets reaped, it does happen. That's what happened to my little brother, Dylan. About three years ago, when he turned eight, he was reaped. Nobody knew what to do, what to say. My parents told me he was very brave throughout all of the training and mentoring. All of us had hope when he lasted down to the final eight people, with an older girl from District 11 helping him get along. However, when the final eight's paths crossed during a mandatory feast (where the final eight tribute must attend or be killed by gamemakers), an 18 year old boy from District 8, Emilio Harford, killed him. The girl from District 11 fought him and ended up killing him after being too late to save Dylan. She ended up being killed too, and the girl from District 4 ended up winning. The point is, this time of year is always hard for us, and we haven't gone hunting on Reaping Day since Dylan died, since he always hated seeing me with my spears.

Melanie goes back to her room, and I decide it is probably best not to go hunting today. Next, I go to check on my youngest brother, Max. He is eight this year too, and has been fretting a lot about the upcoming games. Every day, I assure him he will not get picked, but I am not so sure myself.

"Max," I say as I go into his room. He is sitting up in his bed, obviously deprived of sleep. "Did you stay up all night?"

He nods his head. "I couldn't sleep, Jake. I'm scared." I sit down beside his bed. And he hugs me. "I should be more scared than you. Do you know how many times my name is in that ball?" This gets me a slight smile from him, but I can tell he's still scared.

"Come on. Get all in your nice clothes and washed up. We leave in an hour and a half." I leave the room and close the door on my brother, who I noticed was shaking like I had never seen before.

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District 12 is one of the less populated districts, so Reaping's are not always very crowded. However, if you put the entire District in one area, it is a lot of people. Melanie goes and stands over in the 16 year old girls section, and I quickly walk my little brother to the eight year old boys section. He is still shaking.

"Hey," I say to him one last time. "You will be ok. I won't let anything happen to you." I walk away from him, over to the 16 year old boys section. I look around and notice many other people saying goodbye to their siblings. I notice my mom, dad, and the mayor sitting on stage, all in chairs next to each other. We watch the video about the Dark Days, and then our escort, Effie, appears on stage. My stomach drops. Time to start the Reaping.

"Welcome, to the 74th annual Hunger Games!" she exclaims. She does a little golf clap, but nobody else does. This is her 5th year of this, and she still doesn't realize that nobody in our District likes the Hunger Games. Pathetic. After an awkward silence, Effie exclaims, "Well, time to get started! Ladies first!"

Effie reaches her hand into the clear bowl, filled with many slips of paper. She picks one right of the top, and opens it. I see the expression on her face change a little bit as she opens the paper, from excitement, to confusion. It looks like she s trying to figure something out. Then, she seems shocked. Snapping back to reality, she returns the smile to her face and announces the name. "The female tribute is Melanie Demener!"

Fear and panic set in. I hear a gasp from the front of the boys section, which is probably Max. My mom stands up, but my dad pulls her back down. She looks like she is about to faint. Melanie bravely walks up to the stage. Effie is forcing a smile. That's why she looked so shocked. She knew that last name from when she reaped Dylan three years ago. There is only silence.

Effie breaks it by saying, "Shall we do the boys?" Effie walks over to the bowl on the side where the boys sit. All I can look at is Melanie. How could this happen, another one of my siblings being chosen to fight to the death? It all seems unreal. Effie reaches down into the glass bowl and rummages her hands around in it. She opens the paper and doesn't even try to hide her from this time. She stutters as she reads off the name of a shaking little boy in the eight year old section.

How could this happen? It seems like there would be a 1 in a trillion chance of both of my sibling's names being called, especially after my other brother already died in the arena. I am frozen. I can't see straight, and then I have a thought. I will not freeze. I will not let another young child, another of my parent's young children, die in the arena.

"I volunteer as tribute!" I yell from the crowd. Max had just been getting on the steps to the stage when I volunteered. He looks shocked, my parents look shocked, Melanie looks shocked, and everyone who knows who I am looks shocked. I run up and meet Max as he is getting off of the stage. He has tears in his eyes.

"Don't do this Jake. Please!" he pleads.

"Let me go!" I say, irritated at how this entire day has panned out. Max sulks back to his place where kids wait to be reaped, and I make my way to the stage. Effie looks relieved that she won't have to send two siblings to the arena, but little does she know.

"Excellent!" she exclaims. "May I have your name?"

"Jake Demener," I say. Effie frowns again.

"Oh my," she says, shocked. "Was that your brother?"

"Yes. And that's my sister. Twin sister, in fact."

Effie is confused. She has never been in this situation before. So, she just goes along with procedure. "Well," she manages to say. "Here are your tributes for District 12 in the 74th Hunger Games. Melanie Demener and Jake Demener." There is silence as she takes my sister and me away, separately, to say our final goodbyes.

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