Hi. My name is Stitch Lelli, and I'm 17 years old. I live in District 8, we make clothes and textiles. I have short black hair and bright blue eyes, a lot of people say I'm pretty. My country is Panem, we have 12 districts, there used to be 13, but they rebelled, that was known as the Dark Days. Now thanks to them, we have whats called 'The Hunger Games' It happens every year, and this is going to be the 86th. Let me explain, basically 24 tributes, 1 boy and 1 girl from each district, go into an arena and fight to the death, when you are 12 you are eligible to compete until you're 18. Anyway, like I said, this year is the 86th and knowing my luck, I'll probably be reaped, did I mention my name is in like 67 times? Anyway, this is my story.
REAPING DAY:
I swing my legs out of bed and stretch my arms, today is reaping day. I walk along the short hallway and step into my little sisters room, shes still asleep. Shes only 9 so she isnt yet eligible for the hunger games. I shake her gently and she groans, her brown hair is all tangles but she smiles as she opens her big blue eyes and looks at me. She knows what day it is, she knows that theres a massive chance my name will be called, but shes 9. She doesnt want to think about that stuff. I go over to a small wardrobe and take all of her clothes out, she has great fashion sense so I walk back to my room and leave her to pick. I look in my wardrobe and spot a silver tank top and black jeans, I pull them on. I look at my shoes and I choose my flats, they're black and a bit scuffy, but they're better than my dirty trainers. I walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror, I washed last night and my hair is shiny and fluffy, I brush it out and put it into 2 plaits, one at either side. I walk back to my little sisters room and she has put on a pink dress and pink shoes, with her hair in a glossy wave down hair back, she looks so adorable. We walk downstairs into the kitchen and our parents look at us, my mum walks over to me and tells me to stay strong if I get reaped, to stay strong for her and my dad and little sister. We walk to the courtyard outside the justice hall and take our places, I stand beside my friend Elise and she looks at me with fear in her eyes, she knows how many times my name is in, shes worried, her name is only in about 12. I look behind me and my little sister is sitting on my fathers shoulders, she sees me looking and gives me a big grin and 2 thumbs up. I smile and psuh my emotions away. Our escort Reeslie Evespone walks up on stage, her blue wig bobbing on her head, her big blue eyes outlined with black eyeliner and she has a pink dress on and bright pink lipstick,her heels are like 14 inches and I dont know how she walks on them. She plays the stupid Dark Days Video and then says 'Now, the time, it has come, to choose 1 brave boy and girl, to represent District 8 in the 86th annual Hunger Games!' She shoves her hand into the girls bowl. She waves her hand about, digging to the bottom, then calls out a name. 'Stitch Lelli' I look around in total shock then walk up on stage... I look around and Reeslie puts her hand into the boys bowl. She calls out the name and I know it as soon as she says his first name 'Jack Alexander Whitlees' I know the name because hes in my class at school, hes my best friend. He walks up on stage casually with his hair ruffled and his eyes narrowed, his hands are in his pockets and his eyes open wider when he recognises me, I'm guessing he thinks this is just as awkward as I do. We have to kill eachother..