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Chapter one:

I wake up early in the morning and want today to be over. It is the quarter quell and 48 children will be seen into the area to fight to the death. Only one can win, and 47 will have to die. Four kids from my district will be taken from there families and shipped to the capital. The worst part is we have to pretend the murders that are about to take place are a great blessing, the capital invented the Hunger Games to entertain us.

I don't have any brothers or sisters because my mother died giving birth to me. My dad owns the local butcher shop; we are among of the few people in district 12 who don't have to worry about when the next meal is coming. I don't have to take out any tesserae, and I'm not worried about my name being drawn in the reaping, and I don't have any friends. Yet I still hate the reaping as much as the other people in the country of Panam. The thought children my age and younger killing each other for our entertainment is just plain repulsive.

I remember when I was five, the first Hunger games I remember, I looked up at my dad and asked. "Daddy why do we have to watch this? I don't want to see the blood."

"We have to Haymitch, it the rules?" That was the only explanation I ever got. As I got older I stopped asking why we had to watch it and started wondering why the Games were invented in the first place.

I walk down stairs to find my dad sitting at the table dressed in his only nice outfit, almost all of the rest of his clothes are stain with blood. Ever since the first Hunger Games I could remember, I couldn't stand the sight of blood. Even though my father dreams of me keeping the family business, I will sell the butcher shop as soon as I get the chance, and get away from the blood except once a year when more kids will be mindlessly slaughtered. Slaughtered just as my dad slaughters the animals.

"Ready to go to the town square?"

"Sure let's get it over with."

The same ceremonies for every year begin and Flonna Gandels, the escort for district 12, steps up to the mic. and says "Ladies first." She walks over to one of the big glass bowls and pulls out one name and then the other. I don't recognize the two girls who got drawn and I don't want to. One of the benefits of not having any friends is you don't have to worry about anyone you care about getting drawn. Flonna walks over to the other galls bowl and pulls out two more names.

"James Denning and Haymitch Abernathy."

Shock crosses my face as I realize I will be joining the other in a nonstop bloodbath. I find a path opening in front of me and make my way to the stage. After the first moment of shock I can't feel any emotion. They ask for volunteers and no one step up to my place for me. The ceremonies are over and the other three tributes and I are escorted to the justice building.

The people who care about you come to see you off, a last good bye before you will most likely be killed. My dad is the first and only one to come see me.

"You can win this you know?"

"Yea and I love the sight of blood too."

"No, I'm being serious. You know how to handle a knife, you're smart, and you will be able to find a food source."

"Dad you know I can't kill."

"You can and you will, it's the rules."

Ever since I can remember my dad's answer for anything is it's the rules. It's the rules that I have to go into the hunger games, but nothing in the rules says that I have to fight. I will find a way to win without killing a single person.

We are put back in custody and are put on a train, headed for the capital. Were we will be poked, prodded, and presented to the entire country.

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