Me: -singing- Nine reviews! Nine revie-ews!

Fang: She's excited.

Amanda: She got nine reviews for Hunger Games OC so she's finally starting.

Me: I'm really sorry about changed districts or friends because of the time period this takes place in. It's the 73rd games.

DISCLAIMER

I do not own the Hunger Games. Suzanne Collins does.

TRIBUTES (sorry, I had to change some districts):

District 1- (F) Luciana Remeington (KingdomKeeperNerdness)

District 3: (M) Jewel Wade (Lionheart0910)

District 4: (F) Calypso (Vampirechica12345)

District 5: (F) Rebecca Salvador (KatofFlorida)

District 6: (F) Cassava Everhart (Liza Halliwell)

District 7: (F) Roxanne Avery (Trueventer)

District 11: (M) Canis Iatrans (The Browneyed Bookworm)

(F) Orlena Collins (MeadowRose)

District 12: (F) Kerralynn Mazy (Amanda j granger)

(M) Zachary (Zach) Thompson (Me)

These are all the tributes that I have so far and the people that own them. I need more tributes!

Chapter 1- My POV

The raindrops pitter-patteron my bedroom window.

I sigh. The day of the reaping.

"Zachary?" my mother calls from the foyer.

I walk out of my room and into the hallway. My mother is holding a white tux with a black tie.

"Oh, there you are," my mother says about as cheerfully as a mother can on a day where her two children might be taken into the Arena to fight to the death. "Time to get dressed for the reaping."My mother practically spits the last word.

Even though my District 12 family doesn't live in the Seam, we still are entered into the Hunger Games drawing every year.

I walk slowly down the spiral staircase in our family's home and grab the horrid reaping outfit. It belongs, I mean belongedto my brother. He was killed last year in the Hunger Games.

I grimace at the thought of my brother's death. Imagine, watching your family member die, while not being able to do a thing. Nothing at all. You can't even say goodbye.

"It'll be alright," my mother says sympathetically. "Only a few more years, and you don't have to sign up for tesserae." I know she can't be positive. We all thought my brother was safe from the Games. That didn't turn out too well. "Go 'head and get dressed."

(Chapter Break)

"Happy Hunger Games!" calls our over-excited escort, Effie Trinket, as she walks up the stairs onto the small stage in District 12's plaza.

Our mayor proceeds to blab about the Treaty, the Rebellion, and all the other stuff we hear all the time, but never really listen to.

"Ladies first!" calls Effie, as she walks up to the big glass bowl that holds the names of all the girls in District 12. Her neon pink hair glows in the lighting.

From my spot in the area marked off for 14 year old, I hold my breath.

"Kerralynn Mazy!" Effie calls out.

A little girl, from the 12 section, walks up on the stage. A small girl, about the age of 11, breaks away from the crowd.

"Kerralynn!" calls the young girl. The audience goes silent. A Peacekeeper has never shot a child before, but there are firsts for everything.

"It's okay, Prim, honey," Kerralynn whispers. The rain makes it impossible to distinguish the rain from the tears on Prim's blotchy face.

"Prim!" calls Prim's sister from the area for the 15 year olds. She sounds harsh, but you can see that she is trying to keep the anguish out of her voice.

The young girl walks over to her sister and buries her head in her shoulder.

Effie Trinket, unsuccessfully, tries to manage a smile. "Now for the young boys!"

My heart seems like it will leap out of my chest.

"Zachary Thompson!"

My blood runs cold.

Me: I need ideas for the Arena!

Amanda: Are you going to bribe them?

Fang: Or threaten?

Me: Threaten! Do it or marry Nyan Cat!

Fang: That's the best you can do?

Amanda: At least she tried.

R&R?OrmarryNyanCat?