Hunger Games: Another Story Chapter 1, a hunger games fanfic

I woke up with a sudden jolt, today is the reaping and just that put me in a rotten mood. The day when two kids, one boy and one boy, from each twelve districts, get their names drawn and are forced to go into the hunger games. Which is a fight to the death between twenty-four kids for the capitals amusement.

A pounding at my door sent me sprawling on the floor from the near heart attack. "Mary, get up. We'll be late." Chad's familiar voice warmed my bones and help my mood a little. Chad is my best friend and my only friend period. At school, I was known for the girl who's parents died. Since my parents died when I was eight from starvation, I live with Chad, his little sister and his father.

"I'm coming." I shouted. When going to a reaping you have to dress nicely. So I pulled on a blouse and skinny jeans with boots. Hey, it's my version of nice. In less than five minutes I was done. I ran out my door pulling my hair into a side ponytail.

"How do you do that?" Chad asked, trying to lighten the mood, I guessed. Eddie, short for Edith, ran up to my legs.

"Mar can't I come with you?" She's only four and to be in the hunger games you have to be twelve and older or eighteen or younger.

I crouched down, "Nah, I'm sorry, but we'll be back in no time," I ruffled her hair." Okay?"

She pouted, but otherwise agreed. Chad and I left the house and as soon as Eddie was out of hearing range, I turned to Chad. "No volunteering." It was something I said every year. You see if your name is drawn someone can volunteer to take your place in the games, it rarely happens but Chad was just that kind of person.

He grunted and nodded. "You say it every year Mary, and yet our name is never drawled.

"Still promise me." I held out my pinky, something that meant very much to me. He rolled his eyes and wrapped his pinky around mine.

We made our way to the courtyard that usually held big events, though we barely had any. Effie Trinket, district twelve's escort, stood on the stage with a bowel of all the names of all districts twelve's eligible bachelors. All the things that were said last year and the year before that and the year before that were said today. All the victors and the disasters in weather, but finally the districts mentor stumbles onto the stage, clearly drunk. Now I know why the district twelve is always killed off in the beginning.

After Haymitch, the intoxicated mentor, says some slurred words, it's the moment everyone's been waiting for.

"Ladies first." Effie's voice twinkled like a bell in the uncomfortable silence. She reached her perfect capital hand in the bowl and pulled out a strip of paper with some pour saps name on it. Just before she announced the name of the female tribute, I caught Chad's eye and I held up my pinky and he held up his and nodded his head. But his eyes widened at the name of the female tribute. My name. He started to open his mouth, but I glared him down. I made my way to the stage and tried not to think about what I was going to have to do.

"Next the male." She called out the name of a boy in one of the younger groups, around thirteen, while I was fifteen. He climbed the stages stairs and tried to hold back his tears, but I could see behind his sad attempt at a poker face. "Let me introduce you to the 60th hunger games tributes!" The Panem anthem played and I watched as Haymitch stumbled around the stage drunk beyond repair. He probably wouldn't even remember today tomorrow. Just as he probably won't remember my name after I die.