I've always dreamed of participating in the Hunger Games, but I didn't have any idea it would ever happen. I'm a fighter, a talker, and pretty good with snares. I'd stand a chance.
I find the Games exciting, and this year I might actually get an opportunity!
Well, when the snobbish Katniss Everdeen arrives on the stage to begin the Reaping, she looks at all of our parents like thay should be the ones to die. She frowns, sneers, and says a speech along the lines of "I hate you all and you deserve todie."
And then it came.
"Let's start by region, which you all have been separated by, from the inside out." She gestured to Peeta Mellark for our area, Town Square. He reaches his arm into the of the bowl of female names, and pulls out a slip of paper.
He reads the name into the microphone, "the femail tribute from Town Square is... Penelope Clearwater!" A lanky, pale girl with huge brown eyes runs up to the stage, not to upset but not excited either. She could be a contender, in my opinion. She'd be a good partner.
Now I'm standing here, crossing my fingers that I'll be chosen. No one here stands a chance except me. Peeta reaches into the male bowl, and pulls out the next name. "The male tribute is..."
I can't believe it.