100th Hunger Games

by Bringitaroundtown123

The second rebellion of the Districts has failed; the Capitol has insisted that twice as many tributes must be send EVERY year, meaning 52 tributes with the inclusion of the newly rebuilt District 13. As a reminder that the Capitol is the one place where there is safety, and choosing to be self governing Districts would be immensely dangerous, the arena will represent all of Panem.

1. Chapter 1

Click, Click, Click. Zoelle's purple boots click with every step. We step into our slot in the Stockyard, where I will be dressed for the arena, then prepared for launch. I have no idea what the arena will be like, but the president has assured it will resemble the country of Panem in some way. I could be dead in half an hour, if I'm lucky enough to live that long. My adrinaline starts pumping, facing fifty one other tributes will make it be nearly immpossable to surive. Thats right, fifty one other tributes. Since the Second Rebellion of the Districts failed, we have to send twice as many tributes, meaning four from all 13 districts. District 13 and 12 were rebuilt to thier old dominant products.

Zoelle puts a light gray shirt on me, with simple black pants and light, strong, and comfortable shoes made for running. These clothes won't offer much in the way of protection or camoflauge, so that must mean we HAVE to get clothes from the Cornucopia. Being from District 10, I'm skinny but tough, with a slight build and a bad attitude. I can run fast, and I can hold my own in most fights, but what good is that agianst a 250 Career tribute that twice and a half as big as I am?

"Prepare for launch," a pleasent female voice requests.

I stare into Zoelle's eyes, which are actually kind of worried looking. "Well I guess this is goodbye," I choke out.

"Don't talk like that, I will see you agian," She assures me.

"Thanks Zoelle, for everything,"

"May the odds be ever in your favor, Barley," She says.

I step onto the launch pad and the glass sylender slides down around me. I bring out my district token, an acorn carved out of a bull's horn. "Remeber son, the greatest and biggest oak in the world was once just a tiny acorn who held his ground." I almost hear my father whisper to me. Then I'm pushed upward into darkness for about fifteen seconds, before a dazzling candy colored light flashes me in the eyes, and Ceasar Flickerman begins his legendary speech.