An Untold Story: The Capitol Kids Hunger Games Part I
It is 7:47 in the morning when I wake up
"Uhg." I say.
I take a bath and start changing clothes.
By the way, I live in the Capitol. My name is Shane Riddle.
'What can I do?' I think. 'I'll just go and watch TV.'
It is 8:01 a.m. now. So I turn on the TV. I am changing channels when I saw President Paylor on TV. At first I am not paying attention, until I hear it.
She was saying:" Last year, after the second rebellion's successful end, the surviving victors voted for a new kind of Hunger Games, your Hunger Games. Most votes went for a yes. As you all know, twenty-four tributes will be reaped. Twelve male, twelve female. The Reaping will take place at the ex Panem's President's house at the front. The day will be this Saturday. This is President Paylor. Have a good day."
I keep staring at the now static-full TV. Then I snap out of it and run to Shaira's house. Shaira Tatkrop, my best friend, best person in all Panem's history. As I went out of my house I notice that it was snowing. Meanwhile I kept thinking: 'They can't do this to us, they can't.'
At long last I arrive to Shaira's house, it was a three-storied house, its cement walls white. I stop in front of the mahogany door and ring the silver bell about some three times. Then she opens. "Hi," she said "How are you?" She has a sleepy face, because, apparently I had just woken her up. "Fine, you?" I ask. "Oh," she says, "you may come in; I suppose its freezing out there."
Then I enter the house, it has black inside walls, its furniture deep red. It now is 8:36 a.m. I could see that in a nearby clock.
"Did you see it?" I ask.
"See what, Shane?" She responds.
"The news, President Paylor was in it. I'll simply tell you." I say, shaking my head.
I tell her all about what Paylor said, about there being a Hunger Games for us Capitol citizen's kids, and that the Reaping would be this Saturday in front of President Snow's house.
"What?! In front of my grandfather's house?!"Is all she says, and unespected answer.
Her full name is Shaira Tatkrop Snow.
"Yes." I say.
She was so shocked she almost fell over.
Next day, I spend all the time thinking what I would do if I was chosen as a tribute.
Then, it was Friday's night. "Honey," my mom said, "leave your clothes ready for tomorrow's Reaping." I just think: 'Yeah, sure' but say nothing.
I wake up with the light striking my face from the open curtains. "Shane," mom said, "hurry up, you will be late for the Reaping."
I step out of my house and run all the way to President Snow's mansion. President Paylor is standing in front of a podium.
Then she says: "Welcome to First Annual Capitol Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor. As we all know, ladies first."
The glass bowl is full of all the names of the girls that live in the Capitol.
She starts calling the girls. "Serena, Tara, Isabella."
Then she says some eight names more. I just keep thinking: 'Let it not be Shaira, let it not be Shaira.'
When suddenly: "Now the last female tribute. Let's see… Shaira Tatkrop!" She shouts, clearly and audible.
I hear some phews from the other girl's families, some who don't phew, since they still have boys, but some relief in their faces. I search for Shaira in the crowd. Then I see her walking through to the podium, terror in her face.
"Now the gentlemen." President Paylor says.
"Cannon, David, Xavier, Adam, Felix." She calls.
I think this time: 'Let it not be me, let it not be me.'
"Shane Riddle." I hear Paylor cry out.
I freeze on the place, everyone staring at me, the guy on my side says: "Come on, Shane, go."
I start walking toward the podium.
President Paylor says:" Well, that's all for this year's Hunger Games. Go home and enjoy the watch."
Then they start taking us inside President Snow's mansion.