The 61st Hunger Games

by DestroyerOverlord

This is my first Fanfiction so please do not expect the greatest things from it. I am a passionate hunger games fan and so I will thoroughly enjoy writing this. I will try and update as much as possible so you can expect the next chapter to be coming soon. This is not an SYOT but I will make an SYOT after finishing this. I assure you that there will be plot twists in this story.

1. Chapter 1 - Pre Reapings

Pre Reapings

Raymond Thatcher (18) - District 1

I look out at the morning sun, the beginnings of a new day unraveling itself before me. It's that time of the year. The 61st Hunger Games is finally upon me. I will vow to be the best in the academy so I can go into it.

"30 more!" The academy head watches over me as my instructor belts out commands that I systematically follow. Push ups, Sit ups, whatever it is, I will complete it with 100% effort and enthusiasm. I know that this is what I need to do to be Head Student in the academy. Today is my day to shine. Today, I'm gonna go into the Hunger Games.

Laura Mersic (14) - District 5

I nervously braid up my hair into pigtails. 3 hours till the reaping. I hope it will go fast. The prospect of me getting picked is not really bugging me. I know that this year will be the same as last and I will be at school doing regular work soon enough. I just hope that whoever does get picked, dies in a nice way. Although that's a privilege few tributes ever get.

I grab a bowl from the cupboard and prepare myself a nice meal of corn flakes and boiled water. I know that today is going to pass. Worrying is out of the question. But even then, I feel anxiety rush into my head and tell me "Today you will get picked!"

Samuel Gertin (16) - District 8

"Hey wee guy. Reaping days today!" I wake up from a nightmare and find myself in a pool of sweat. I try and calm myself, but I can't stop thinking about what's happening today. The Reaping. I force myself to take deep breaths. In then out. In then out. I repeat this cycle for a few minutes. Finally, my pulse beats at a semi-normal pace.

I walk through my kitchen and into my little brothers room. He's still asleep, his thumb firmly planted between his lips. He's small for a nine year old. Both mentally and physically. I brush his hair out of his eyes and whisper, "hey little guy." I need to make it through the day without getting reaped. I need to. For Caleb.

Bella Arthaway (17) - District 10

Today is a new day, I ponder to myself. What dangers lie ahead? I pray that none are. For both my sakes, my parents sakes and my sisters sakes. I need to be strong and fight the fear away. For if I am chosen to be a tribute in the 61st annual Hunger Games, I need to be confident and not let my family know that I'm too scared to breathe.

This years hunger games will be brutish. I know because last year's was a letdown. The actual games lasted for 26 days and only 7 tributes died in the bloodbath. The next death occurred on the 4th day. I heard that the head gamemaker was sacked and there will be a new one for this games. Let's just hope he/she won't have to portray my dead face on a hologram.