Chapter 1
I just wanted to put the Friends of the ABC in the Hunger Games, just cause, so let's give this a go...please comment with ideas (haven't finished planning story yet, so let me know what you want) and review :)
Enjolras' POV
I hate District 12. I hate Panem.
That's a lie, i don't totally hate it, I love the people I see in the streets, I love going to the woods, but when the people are starving and entering the woods is illegal something has got to change. And never do I feel this more than today, Reaping Day, where the government run by President Javert forces two kids from each of the twelve districts to fight to the deach until one remains, the victor. They say it's to remind us of the rebellion where everyone lost, well for starters, clearly we lost- I don't see anyone in the Capitol starving, and secondly, why punish those who weren't even born when it happened?
I keep my hatred subdued as I walk past the Peacekeepers into the town square where the Reaping takes place, I nod my recognition to a couple of guys I know from town and school, but we're all too worried to talk. I'm not bothered as much as most, I'm from a realtively well off family so being 17 my name's only in 6 times but I worry for the poorer kids you stop themselves from starving only by entering their name in the Reaping more, it's a viscous cycle for them.
Effie Trinket our usual announcer walks onto stage to the glass sphere, there used to be two, one for each gender but they scrapped that a few years ago just to keep us guessing.
"Welcome, welcome. Happy Hunger Games. Now let us all remind ourselves why we are here today" they played the video they show every year about the history of Panem and how it's so important to keep things as they are...utter bullshit can no one else recognise propaganda when they see it?! Maybe they're just too scared to do anything, well I kinda get that but being scared isn't going to change anything is it?! "Now it's time to find out who this year's tributes will be" she dipped her hand into the glass sphere and took out the first piece of paper "Eponine, aged 17, The Seam" a short dark haired girl walked to the stage, unusually for a girl she didn't scream, cry or pass out, instead she looked determined "Now for our second tribute" she picked another card "Enjolras, 17, Town Central"
Crap. That's me. Don't give them the satisfaction. Just walk up there and keep your mouth shut.
I'm in a small lounge room, waiting to go on the train, we're supposed to wait to say goodbye to our families but it's just me and my dad and we don't really get on, especially since mum died, he knows how much I hate the world we live in, but since we're kind of successful and wealthy he doesn't care and doesn't understand why I do.
"Hello son. I hope you'll make me proud and represent the District well in the Capitol" I accepted his handshake firmly, this is as close to good luck as he'll get.
"Thanks father"
I was ready to just chill until they called us through until Hadley came through the door. Hadley was the closest friend I had, but that's mainly because we have the same political views. He hugged me hurriedly then looked at me seriously and in a desperate low voice he explained
"Enjy, you gotta use this as your chance to change things"
"What? I've just become the victim here"
"Yes, but if you win, you will gain power in the Capitol, you'll be of influence to the public maybe even politicians. You're strong, determined and older, you've got a chance so take it"
I understood what he was saying, I was about to be on camera, the center of attention for the whole of Panem for the next few weeks and for the rest of my life if I won. This had always been my advantage, I was both part of the richer people of the Districts and empathized with and had t-he respect of the less fortunate citizens, and people say it's because of my energy, passion and words, and you can put all those things on a camera. So as I boarded the train I began to formulate a game plan and what I would say in my interviews, hell even in the arena.
