Hey! So as some of you can tell I'm really new to this sort of thing and I'm not the best writer but I really wanted to publish this and see what you guys think, so any feedback would be amazing good or negative! Enjoy :)

A pin drop can be heard, ragged breaths fills the atmosphere the tension can be snapped like a twig. The rustle of the paper as a weedy hand rummages through a bowl. The screeching of the microphone as the famous Fredrick Leor taps it.
"And the girl tribute for district twelve is..." get on with it
"Asha Grey!" wait no stop!
A little yelp escapes my lips and I glance around at the sympathetic faces aimed towards me. I can't register my emotions right now, am I scared, not really more shocked.
Baby steps to the stage, a few hands on my shoulder, I mustn't show my emotion I'll be an instant target. I mount the stage Fredrick offers his hand, but I flick it away I don't want to be touched by people excited to see me die.
A scream emerges from the crowd, search it frantically and spot the occupant. A red eyed Jason stands there a hand slides through his hair. No he whispers and pushes his way through the sea of people until he's halfway there and a swarm of peace keepers block our him from getting to me. His pleads pierce the silence as he's struggling against them and manages to get a swing at one. I hear the smack of another fist and Jason's bending over being held up by his arms and the peacekeepers get another hit in but this time with their batons.
"NO!" I scream and sprint down the steps towards him literally shoving the girls over in order to reach him. And when I do the peace keepers turn to see me and refuse to let me pass until I manage to squeeze my way through. I kneel before Jason, tears yet to fall as I pull his chin up.
"Asha, I'm so sorry, I'm.. I'm useless,"
"Shhh, don't say that, please" I beg and I cup his cheeks, and stare into his eyes, whipping his bloody nose with my wrist.
"I'll be fine just don't worry," they're pulling me away, my hand tightens in his grip, and his eyes widen.
I shove their hands off me and make my own way back to the stage, and downcast my eyes as I'm assured towards the podium. Once last glance and I see Jason being escorted to my dad, who's also emotionless.
With fist balled I raise my head towards the crowd, those of who use to despise me now feel sympathy and think of me differently. I don't care what they think anymore there's really no point caring, I'm a goner. It was bound to happen to one of our family members sooner or later. I'm a ex-rebel leaders daughter what better way to get revenge on him. But this is sick, to kill me? I'm just glad that it was me than anyone else in my family, I don't think I could handle that.
Fredrick clears his throat and smiles, or when I say smile I may be under-exaggerating. It's more like a wide, seedy, creepy smile.
"Now for the boys!" a few seconds and he's back with a perfectly white slip of paper.
"Ryan Bulga!" His name rings a bell, well I know his little brother, I often see him running around the square. But still this make no difference were fighting for our lives and sure as hell none of us will get out alive because by the looks of things he's young. Extremely young, although does look strong, but I bet you a million dollars that there will be people double our size.
As he walks up to the stage, eyes red and trying his hardest to hold in his tears. Shrugged shoulders he takes his place next to me and were made to shake hands. I lift my head to face him and mouth sorry to him. I'm sorry he's at his death sentence, I'm sorry he will never experience life, I'm sorry for what he will face.
Were assured into the large concrete doors of the Justice Building, and they slam shut sending dust flying through the air.
"You two each in one room please, you will have half an hour and no exceptions,"

Slowly I walk towards the red couch, over the years to fabric is moth ridden and tearing at the seams. As I trace the hem of my dress and the door comes bursting open, Dad, Michael and Avan all come towards me and Avan pulling me into a hug as the others sit on the couch.
"Where's Jason?" dad stares at the ground and doesn't respond.
"Where is he?" I say louder nearly yelling, anger building up.
"He left, he said he couldn't come, I'm sorry sweetie," Dad says and pulls me on to the couch to sit down.
"I'm sorry guys, I don't want you t..." I say but interrupted by Avan.
"It's their fault Asha! Your innocent. " tears well in their eyes, Michaels already fall and I grab his hand.
"Don't cry, please..." I squeeze his hands.
"I'll show them what you've taught me I will, I wasn't born in this family to be a weakling was I? Someone has to put Avan in line for me?"
He laughs sniffing back the tears.
"I know, we'll all still be here when you get back." I look towards the ground.
"we all know that's not going to happen," Avan tries to interrupt me,
"Face the facts guys, you've seen the games, I stand no chance!"
"We believe in you Asha, we always have." There ordered to leave the room but dad stays.
"I'm allowed extra time," he replies answering my question.
"I love you two remember that,"

And with that they leave, I see the glimpse of Michael's black hair and he's gone.
I turn to face dad and hug him, burying my face in his shirt as if I can escape or hide.
"You know something," I lift my head up to listen,
"Last time I was in this room I was saying goodbye to Katniss," She's the lady who lives three doors down from us. I sometimes see her out in the garden but I have spoken to her a few times before. Let's just say she's odd, but who wouldn't be she's been scared. I can tell this because when she was gardening one day I saw her distorted lumpy skin and the burns than encase her entire back. I've always admired her strength, how she managed to get out of two games alive is beside me.

"She taught me how to hunt, to use the bow and arrows, that's how she won." I sit on the couch, confused at his story.
"I don't see where this is going dad," I begin before he steps in,
"She didn't believe she would win, she thought she would die. The people she was up against were double her size but she was strong, strong like you! And Asha you know how to make weapons, shoot and your smart, one of the smartest people I know,"
I do have an advantage, my father makes weapons for peacekeepers and some are transported all over Panem. Its rubbed off on me a bit, I can make a slingshot out of anything and my aim's alright I guess. So I do have an advantage in that respect, I can make weapons need to be and I'm pretty handy with surviving on my own. But still , what difference does it make.
There's a banging at the door and the guards come in ushering my dad out. I cling onto him repeatedly reminding I love him, but he always replies I'll see you again.
Twiddling my thumbs I wait until they collect me to go to the train because I know I don't have any friends that will say goodbye, but there's a tapping at the door and it flies open, Jason running up and I run into his arms.
I feel tears fall on my hair as he whispers,
"I promised you Asha, I said you wouldn't be chosen,"
Mumbling into his short I reply,
"I'm fine, I'll be okay knowing your all safe," he breaks away and I see the state he's in, a swollen, bloody nose, red eyed, tear streaked face man. He's trying to hide it but he can't I see right through him.
"I'm being a baby a pathetic weak baby, I'm sorry," he laughs but I look him in the eyes.
"Crying doesn't indicate that your weak, Jason," I reply hugging him,
" since birth it has always been a sign that were alive, that you've been strong for too long."
I strokes my hair and nods.
"You always know what to say don't you?" I giggle, trying to fight back my tears.
"I want you to have this," he says handing me a thin gold chain
"I made it for your birthday but I was going to give it to you tonight but..." I examine the necklace, a gold leaf hanging from the chain and on the back is my name carved into it.
"Thank you Jason, it's beautiful," I slide it around my neck and tuck it under my shirt,
"For good luck yeah? Not that you'll need it, but wear it in the arena for me." The door barges open and I fling into his arms once more.
"I love you all of you remember that!" and his grip loosens as he gets dragged from the room and I'm escorted out of the Justice building and ushered into a large black car.
I roll the windows down as Ryan stares aimlessly out of the window beside me, and I let my hand slide out and feel the air between my fingers and hair. I glance at the hills into he distance, I see the tops of my house, the sympathetic town folks wondering eyes as we drive past them.
The sense of freedom that I know has leaves as we get to the train station.
As I step onto he platform the cameras gobble up my image spreading it all around Panem. I have no respect for any of them so instead of smiling and inviting my death, I give them a sarcastic smile and shake my head. If they want me to play there little game they will have to break me before I will play by their rules.

So next chapter will come soon and I hope to update quite quickly because I'm on holiday :) YAY! Please review I would really appreciate it or even criticize.
I really wanted to focus on Asha's relationship with her family especially Jason because they play a main role throughout the story.
Soon Asha will see who she's up against, and her relationships with certain tributes :) Also opening ceremonies!