I have no desire to claim I own the Hunger Games, if I did Gale would have at least finished his sentence "Katniss, Remember I... love you" ;)
My name is Georgia Taylor. I come from district 6 and I'm only thirteen. I wasn't supposed to be selected for the Hunger Games, I wasn't supposed to win, and I certainly wasn't supposed to let the others die.
The games have started. The gong sounds. We all sit down next to the cornucopia. I reached my hand out to find Jacks, he's from my district but we didn't even know each other before the games started. He squeezes my hand, he knows I'm scared to die, he is too, but we have to do it. We sit in silence until the girl from 8 whispers "Can I go home now? I'm a little bit scared... I don't want to die today." The boy from her district, Luke, squeezes her hand and pulls her into a hug. He calms her down then pulls away and looks at us all. "Put up your hand if you're scared." I put my hand up slowly, my hand is the first but it is not the last, eventually everybody's hand is in the air. "Too bad!" Luke cries out at us all even though his hand has reached the air too. "We're not allowed to be scared! That's what The Capitol wants us to do, they want us to be so scared we'll kill each other. We will not kill each other, ever." We all nod in agreement as he looks up at the sky and shouts "SO FUCK YOU! WE WILL NOT ENTERTAIN YOU! WE WILL NOT KILL! AND WE WILL NOT HAVE A VICTOR!" we all know this last comment is to the capitol and I see Jack smile slightly at the rebellious side of Luke.
The sun finally goes down. Three mornings later I wake from my sleep cuddled up to Jack, I sit up slowly so as not to wake him and realise, Jack isn't asleep. Three people have died in the night. The girl from 9, Catherine, the boy from 10, Giles, and Jack. I let an almost tear (there is no water left in my body) escape my eye before whispering to the others that he is dead. They nod in acknowledgement; none of us can speak above a whisper due to thirst and hunger rumbles in our stomachs making us sick. I move over to Luke, he is the only one that I feel I can trust out of the twelve that are left, this moves me right next to the cornucopia and I see the bread sat right by my hand, just centimetres away. I wonder for a second if anyone would notice if I simply ate just a tiny bit, I wonder how Luke has managed to not eat it and then instead of wondering I moved my hand ever so slightly, make sure no-one is looking and tears a bit of bread off into my mouth. I chew it quickly and swallow it down, it doesn't stop me being hungry but it's the best I can do for now. Luckily, no-one had noticed.
I suddenly realise that although I struggle to trust anyone in this game, I am the one not to be trusted. I can't help it though, I am weaker than the other and I keep eating, just a little, but enough. After sundown three days later, I become the victor, all because I was the weakest. I remember Luke's no victor speech from the beginning and begin to weep, only it's not really weeping because I don't have enough energy. As I see the hover craft to collect me, I lay back and my eyes shut, then nothing.
The reason people fought/killed/died in the following hunger games was because the people who died in this Hunger Games had all their family die because of it. Every single member of their families.