The 80th annual Hunger Games
What happens when you mix a chicken, human bones, and human organs into one? You get me! No seriously, I just finished eating dinner. Chickens are rare in my family; we rarely get a squirrel. I sometimes take my bow and arrow and shoot something lucky. Maybe my family gets a rabbit for every week or so. I'm in district 12 of Panem, and today is when the 80th hunger games get reaping. Since the 74th hunger games, no one has under-estimated district 12. The two lovers of district 12 in the 74th hunger games survived, and both, too. "Alex!" Mother shouted. "What" was my reply, as I got out of my napping trance. "It's time to go to the reaping!" I lumber out of my bed and walk to mom. I pat her on the shoulder. "Watch you say?" Mother shouts, this time louder. "TIME FOR THE REAPING!" I flinch and back away. She must be very excited to see me walking away from home into an arena where I'm left to die. I groan as we walk out of the house and into the stadium. When we get there, my mother lets a big sigh out of her, and to sit on the bleachers while giving a frown. I shake my head as I turn my head back to the stadium. I have to stand in there… And watch as my friends or I go. The first slip goes out. Effie gazes into the crowd of teens. "Jaycee… Jaycee Sue?" a brown haired girl, about average height walks glumly onto the stage. Effie pats 'Jaycee' on the shoulder and says, "Now for our advisor." She pulls out another slip. "Jack… Jack Skyt?" Jack walks out of the crowd. No clapping. Effie nods and mouths a silent OK and pulls out a slip for the boy tribute.
Alex Elune.
My jaw drops. "NO!" Mother screams. But it's no use; security holds her down. Tears fill my eyes as I walk up to the stage. I stare at Jaycee. I mouth a silent: Be calm. We're on TV. She seems to get the message and stops gaping. She stands up strait, smiles, and tries to act confident. I try to do the same. I watch the cloud of crowd float away. Jack happily goes to us and asks, "So have you guys met?" We don't answer. Jack grunts and sits down. "You're not cooperating," he grumbles. I pat him on the shoulder. "Sorrow, Jack. Sorrow." Jack sighs and nods. "I can see why you guys are sad. Good luck." Jaycee frowns at Jack. "Nice compliment," she mumbles. Effie turns around. "To the tribute train, district 12!" Everyone grumbles again. "What's wrong?" Effie says with a wicked grin. "Are you scared?" I feel like punching her in the gut. But I don't. We make a ghostly walk into the train of death. What kinds of torture will be in that train? No, not train… that thing?
In the tribute train we see others. A few people come and shake my hand. Another brown haired dude just like Jaycee comes over. "Hey," he says. "The name's Liam Boil." I shake his hand. "Nice to meet you," I mumble. Liam tilts his head. "What?" He asks. "Nothing," I say quickly. After a while, I meet {this may make you laugh, a few of you in this world, if you know what I mean.}Liam Boil, Jessica Pap, Riley Will, Liz Felt, Maggie Hoff, (I call her hoff hoff) Gram Mayhon, (I call him Grayhon) Reed Bowtie, Thomas Chapstick, Grace Alesick, and Alex Rawley. Lots of names; and there were still 14 more. I shake everyone's hands and get tired of saying "Nice to meet you," and nodding.