This is the first chapter of "The Last Games"
It is more of a set up for the rest of the story. it will feel mono-toned as it is her looking back on the previous days. Emotions are not used as they are what is currently happening. In future chapters there will much more detail and length, as again, this is just a set up for the rest of the story. Please feel free to comment and give me recommendations on where to take my story. I do not own rights to Hunger Games or its characters.
THANK YOU AND ENJOY THIS MONO-TONED, ROBOTIC, PROLOGUE
Katniss didn't shoot my grandfather. She shot Coin. But still. I feel this anger towards her, where there once was awe. I remember watching her on the TV with Grandpa Snow. I got up and hugged him so tightly when I saw that the two older kids, who were in love, won the Hunger Games together.
We sat together as the Quarter Quell began, and I didn't want them to be there. I begged Grandpa to let them out. But he said it was against the rules.
That was a year ago. Now Grandpa is dead. Daddy was killed in the war, fighting as a Captain. The day after the Execution, they announced that they still planned on running the 76th Hunger Games, running the Capitol children. None of the Capitol people think its a good idea, but we don't have a say, because we are not in charge anymore. There is even a rumor that Katniss Everdeen, the mockingjay, doesn't like the idea either. That is why she killed her leader.
It was said that they would place the rules of the previous three quarter quells, and other Hunger Games into the final arena. Children ages 12-18, 48 people. Of course they couldn't use ACTUAL victors, so they decided that a fourth of the arena would be people above the age of 18. Then there's the BAD part. In the 25th Hunger Games, each district had to pick the tributes personally.
I am the most well known girl in the entire country of Panem. Also the granddaughter of the evil President Snow. Put those together and chances don't look good for me.
The morning of the reaping, of course my name was all over the news. "Erika Snow: Does She Stand a Chance?" "Erika Snow: Will Sponsors go to Famous Children or the more physically developed?" "Erika Snow: What Will She wear?"
Later that day of course my name was the first recommended. Me, some politics, and some other politicians' kids made up a majority of the tributes. A few cocky boys who claimed to be "warriors" volunteered to be volunteered. They loaded us onto a bus and drove us down a couple blocks to the 75th Quarter Quell sleeping quarters. And that's how I ended up here. In a 3 star (at best) bed, eating food with gluten, and drinking whole fat non organic milk. That night I cried myself to sleep and woke up the next morning ready to train.