I Don't own the Hunger Games only my characters.
Chapter 1:
125th Hunger Games
I didn't want to do this. I wanted to take my siblings and stay was my last year for the reaping. My little brother Caleb was safe for one more year. This was Kayla's first reaping and was my sixth year.
My name is Alexa Everdeen. That's right my grandmother is Katniss Everdeen and my grandfather is Peeta Mellark. They were both winners in the Hunger Games on the seventy fifth Games. I never liked going to the reapings because every year we would watch two innocent children enter the arena and die.
This Hunger Games was different. It was the Quarter Quell. Meaning this year there would be double the tributes. Meaning more slaughter and entertainment. Now four tributes from each District.
"Are you ready Kayla?" I asked her. She nodded. Her blue dress stuck to her skinny figure. She combed her wild brown,almost black, hair. Her hair was so curly that it was almost untameable. I helped her put it into a bun. I curled my black hair. My blue eyes stuck out. I wanted to sry but I needed to stay strong for the sake of my siblings.
"Caleb, are you ready to go?" He nodded is tousled hair moving from side to side. He looked worried and scared. I wanted to leave him with my uncle scine our parents had died for trying to start a rebellion.
I dropped Caleb off at my uncle's house, while Kayla and I headed to the District's square. The kids from the ages between twelve and eighteen arrived and lined themselves up. Some kids had horrified experssions and were on the verge of tears. Others didn't seem to care.
Kayla was off in the section of the twelve year olds. I stood in the section with the eighteen year olds. I stood next to giant dude. He had curly blond hair, blue eyes,tall, and had huge muscles. He was intimidating. His size made me wonder if he was really eighteen and not twenty or older. In town we called him Raze because he always had a knife or a razer with him. He never spoke to anyone. Well he used to speak to me but that was along time ago. Six years to be exact. We were friends untill we were entered into the reapings. After that he got bigger and he stopped talking to me.
To be honest I always liked him more then a friends but scine we split ways I could never say a word. I wanted to say hi. I wondered if he even remembered me.
Mrs. Ranger came on to stage. Her big fluffy red hair bouncing up and down. My grandmother had said that this woman named Effie was better then Ranger because Effie was nicer and more loveable.
"Well. Hello District 12. Happy Hunger Games." Her squeaky voice said through the microphone. Her voice was like glass piercing into my skull. She wore the most ridicules outfit. She wore an orange pants suit and had on orange eyeliner. It made her look like a skinny orange.
"It is finally time for us to choose four tributes. Two young woman and two young men. Of course the ladies first." She walked over to the bowl where the names were. She picked out to slips of paper. She then went to another bowl where the names of the boys were. She picked out two slips of paper. She returned to the microphone.
"Okay. The first young lady to join the Hunger Games is." She said grabbing the first slip of paper. I was nervous. I just hoped it wasn't Kayla's name or mine.
"Alexa Everdeen." I felt my heart stop. This couldn't be possible. Kayla looked over to me with tears in her eyes. Raze looked down at me and I could see sadness in his eyes. I walked through the parted crowd and made my way on to the stage. My heart was racing.
"Well hello my dear Alexa." Ranger said patting my back.
"Now for the first young man." She picked up the slip of paper with the name of the first male tribute.
"Nick Thorns." This was truely the worst day. That was Raze's real name. This couldn't be happening. I watched as the blond giant made his way to the stage. He looked nervous. I sent him a sympthy look that he easily returned.
"Now our next male tribute. Daniel Atera." A young boy of thirteen made his way to the stage. He looked sort of happy to be picked. That was weird. I'm guessing he is one of those I can't wait to kill you in the arena type. The sandy brown hair boy stepped on to the stage and glared at Nick and I.
"Now for the last tribute to be named." She picked up the last paper. She opened it and read it.
"Kayla Everdeen." My heart stopped and my world crashed. My sister was just chosen for the Hunger Games. We were dead.