So I just finished my last story, "The 32nd Annual Hunger Games," and I decided to jump right into the next story I'll be writing. It is based off my first one but includes few of the same characters. Thanks :)

The day I decided not to go into training was a bad day. My father, Charles Marion, was furious with my decision because his brother had trained when he was young and died in the 32nd Games. His name was Fred. The winner of that Hunger Games was actually the one that killed him in his sleep. My father has replayed that clip over and over. He's been hungry for revenge on the Hunger Games ever since.

But he didn't think about his son. I didn't want to go into the Games and have a 23/24 chance of death, even if I was well trained. Luckily enough for me my friend, Josie, had been training for 3 years by the time I got reaped and I had picked up a few things from her. I was extremely unlucky. The guy that was supposed to volunteer wimped out on the day of reaping and I happened to be the young soul whose name had been selected, which is funny because that's what happened to my uncle Fred's district partner in the 32nd Games. I live in District 4...well I used to. Right now I'm on a HoverCraft on my way to the Arena. It is the 56th Annual Hunger Games and I'm terrified to be a part of it. The Careers know I'm not trained. They'll go for me early on for sure. My female counterpart, Hope, promises she'll try to protect me. She is in with the Careers because of her training.

I really did try to make allies. But there was still only one person I could rely on; Lewis. He was from District 9 and he wasn't much of a fighter, but I trusted him. Plus, I was all the protection the two of us really needed if I got a weapon. I had scored a 9 after all. But I couldn't take out any of the Careers for sure. My best weapon was probably a sword or a bow but I'm pretty good with anything. Josie had helped me perfect my bow shooting, and my father had always given me sword-wielding lessons.

The HoverCraft rattled loudly as we prepared to land. I swallowed hard and looked over into the hostile darting eyes of Silver. His slick black hair was combed back, and his light brown eyes were staring down the other tributes. He was pretty much the leader of the Careers. He's scored an 11 and he was from District 1. All I knew about him was that he was extremely lethal and to avoid him at all costs.

Then I noticed Grace. The girl tribute from 1. She had scored a 9 like me. But I knew for a fact I couldn't beat her in a fight.

Of course I tried hard to avoid Harsh's gaze. He was the guy from 2. Harsh (yes, that is his real name) has a wicked looking scar across his cheek and through his large lips. No one knew besides him how he got it. Harsh intimidates everyone but Silver. That's why they get along. He had scored a 10 I believe.

I didn't really know the girl from District 2 but she scored a 10 and I know I don't want to get into a battle with her.

My only other real competition, besides Hope, had to be the kid from 5. Her name was Ashley. She's exceedingly intelligent. But here's the catch, she is muscular and athletic at the same time. Her score was an 8, but I knew if it came right down to it, I would have a hard time defeating Ashley.

Next thing I know, I'm strolling through the dark halls of an underground tunnel until I reach a room labeled, "District 4 - Oliver Marion." Taking a deep breath, I enter the room. Someone is screaming outside about not wanting to go inside their room, but I ignore it and focus on my Launch room. Quickly, I go over to the cooler and pull out a large bottle of water, guzzling it down hastily. Hopefully that would help in the Arena.

I jump into my tube and listen to a voice count down from 30. Butterflies fluttering in my stomach, I prepare to enter the Arena. "Dad...I'm going to try and make you proud," I whisper as the tube begins to rise.