I hope you like this story. Co-written by GemmaGryffindor4
Chapter 1
25 years ago a revolution happened. Led by Katniss Everdeen. First she died. Then the revolution died. Then everyone involved in the revolution died. But her family was spared. Her sister so that she could go into the next hunger games where they made sure that she died. Her mother so that she could watch her only remaining daughter die. Then she was killed. After a few years everything settled down. District 12 was rebuilt. So here I am. It's the reaping for the 100th annual hunger games.
I'm from the seam. Since the revolution things in district 12 has changed. It is a lot stricter. Every day I could be killed for trading illegally. For the quarter quell, there will be two arenas. One for the 12-18 year olds and one for the 4-10 year olds. There will be a victor from each. My brother is 8. He could be reaped.
Silver, our escort, walks onto the stage. "Today is a very exciting day! Today four of you will go to represent your district in the Capitol. But before we begin, we have a video from the capitol."
It began. It just talked about the usual. How the first revolution brought on the hunger games and how the second revolution lost so many lives and caused so many people misery. The hunger games are here to remind us of that.
"Right then! We'll do the older ones before the younger ones. Ladies first!" silver fishes around and then pulls out a name. She reads it out.
"Saffron Wortone!"
It's me. I've been preparing myself for this. My name was in there 25 times. I walk up to the stage and try not to cry.
"Are there any volunteers?" asked silver. Of course not. There never is. Silver walks over to the boys bowl.
"Ethan Hallotone!" I see the boy as he walks up to the stage crying. I don't know him. Good. I won't worry if he dies. It's the little kids turn.
"Eleanor Traken!" Great. My little brothers best friend. There are no volunteers. Silver walks over to the boys bowl.
"Joseph Wortone!"
Oh no. Not my little brother. I see him walking up to the stage trying to hold back tears. "Are there any volunteers?" Please someone volunteer. No one does. We all shake hands and are taken into the justice building.