I love the hunger games! I took all the details I could from the books mainly Catching Fire but most of it is made up in my own special way. Sorry for the details that resemble the Hunger Games every once in a while the books details are still in my mind from reading it 4 times...

I woke up suddenly from the grumbling in my stomach. I try to lie down again and sleep but soon its painfully obvious that sleep wont come again. SoI toss m feet over the edge of my thin bed and silently creep to the kitchen. If you can call it a kitchen considering its just a refrigerator that doesnt work and some pots and pans hanging over the chimney. I open the refrigerator and pull out a small slice of bread with a smudge of cheese spread neatly on top. Even after consumiong the morsel of food the pains of hunger in my stomach dont subside. Great. A hollow day is just what I need. My brother Coe lifted his head sleepily. "Haymitch..." he mumbles. "What do you need?" "Nothing" I whisper back. I throw on a tee shirt and some pants and head out the door content to wander.

District 12 is hardly a pretty district. The layer of coal dust that permeates the air during the mining hours has somewhat lessened cause there will be no one in the mines today. I wander around thinking to myself until the first signs of life appear in the town. Shops start to open and lights begin to flicker in the windows. Not wanting to be caught in conversation by anyone exiting their homes I rush back to my house. I dress into a fancier pair of pants and a clean white shirt. There I wait until its time to head to the square for the reaping. As a group my mother, father, Cole and I head out the door. I get herded in the fifteen range and the rest of my family is stuck in the back of the crowd. Waiting. Watching.

Katrina Welden steps onstage and trills in her silly Capitol accent, "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!" Our mayor begins the dull speech about how the Capitol is all powerful and we are hopeless to rise up against them. Then he adds on this... special... occasion, "Because this is the fiftieth Hunger Games it is also a Quarter Quell so as a reminder to the fact that two rebels died for every person in the Capitol double the tributes are needed for this Hunger Games." Then Katrina steps up to the microphone and bubbles, "Ladies first!" As she stuffs her manicured hand into the girls glass ball one of her fake nails pop off. Pretending not to notice she reads "Delaney Hawk." A girl who is definately from the seam walks up, her skin ashen, to the stage. Pulling another strip of paper she reads, "Maysilee Donner." A merchants daughter has to untangle herself from two beautiful girls who are weeping for her. I shake my head to clear it, No! Dont think about other girls as beautiful, Haley Kent, your girl is the only girl! Once she manages taking the girls off of her and with her head held high she marches up to the stage her features showing no sign of the fear that immobliized the other tribute.

Now the boys. I remind myself that I am only entered in twenty times and their are some kids who are entered in forty or more times. "Marvin Gailer." A strong shouldered boy or should I say man because he is eighteen steps up with a stony expression. One more. I whisper to myself. And the last tribute for District 12 is...

"Haymitch Abernathy."