Disclaimer: I did not write this. One of my friends is not allowed to use a Fanfiction acount till she is 13, so I have graciously decided to let her use my account. So this was written by my friend, Gabbers.
The 13th Hunger Games
Once again the cursed day arrived, The Reaping, my name was entered 13 times, how ironic as it is the 13th Hunger Games.
District 11 my district, my name is River Matson, I am 13 years old.
My mom brushed my shoulder length brown hair and twisted a piece before clipping it aside, "You look beautiful," she said, I shrugged.
I stood up and walked out the door towards town square, my older brother Maxon at my side. I lined up, and sooner or later my turn came, the man roughly grabbed my hand, abruptly twisted my arm around to face the gray sky before pricking it with a needle and shoving my finger on the page next to my name, 'River Jade Matson' it read.
I turned the way the man pointed and instead walked towards one of my best friends since birth ,Brooke, "Hi," she said with a quiet voice, I smiled. As usual Brooke looked stunning her white blonde hair braided into a bun at the top of her head, her blue eyes bright and optimistic, a smile always on her defined face, I sighed and turned towards the stage.
Emilee Wishmann, her face powdered with white makeup said, "Welcome everyone to the thirteenth annual reaping!" the crowd stayed as silent as before. "Okay then let's get to it."
She reached daintily into the box, there was a high chance that I'd be selected, and I knew that, no matter what I'd try my best to win. Great, she was unfolding the piece of paper, I turned to face my mother and father, my heart sank because of the look of worry on their face.
"Here we go, the female tribute from district eleven is… River Jade Matson!" she yelled, I stood in the same place, I couldn't believe what had happened, I could only see my foreseeable and painful death, I took a deep breath, "Why don't you come up on stage dear?" she said, I walked towards the stage as the crowd parted to let me through, I climbed the stairs and looked at my mother tears spilled from her eyes, 'I love you.' I mouthed, she nodded her head.
I stood on the right side of her looking at the quivering boys on the left, they knew how ruthless I was with them, I never liked them, I never think will.
"Okay, the male Tribute from district eleven is… Bane Wayland Morgenstern!" she yelled, the boys broke out in applause. No, No, No, not Bane, he was the most deceiving, and cocky boy here, he walked up on stage with a skip in his step, he smirked at me then winked, I gave him a sharp glare. Bane was the same age as me and a few inches shorter with bright blue eyes, light brown hair and a amazing smile that I hated. He was the jock at school, the 'it' boy. I can't wait to beat him or at least live longer than the fool.
Emilee lifted our hands up in the air and said, "The tributes! Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor!"