Screams came from the distraught audience, and a few dramatic women and men fainted. The children old enough to know what was going on, started crying. They were expecting another year of suspense and action to watch while they dyed their hair for the fifteenth time that week.
"I know ask that all twelve through eighteen year olds step up and leave the city circle and go to the Town Banquet Hall. You're names are already entered into the drawing, each person only once. Thank you, and let the one-hundred-and-fiftieth Hunger Games begin!" President Fletcher raised her pointy chin up high as she said this, as her stringy brown hair fell into her black eyes. The crowd roared in objection, and many people began throwing different things at the president. Many peacemakers rushed to the scene and began beating the offenders. Fletcher left the stage calmly, just to go to the Banquet Hall and choose a boy and girl tribute from the glass balls set up.
All of the three-thousand teenagers lined up by age filled the halls, their weeping echoing through the cold building. As the president stepped up, a sixteen year old boy with blue hair and many piercings, screamed, "This is horrible! Pick another card! Anything but this madness!" His voice choked and he hid his face from the cameras that were airing and pointed at him. Fletcher said nothing as the crowd of children grew silent. The reached her skinny, pale hands into the glass ball and moved her hand around. Nobody dared breathe. Everyone, no matter if they hated each other or not, held each others hand tightly. President Fletcher grabbed a piece of paper, and pulled it out. The suspense was too much for one girl, who ran out crying, her genetically modified 'mood hair' turning black. Fletchers cold, emotionless face creased into a frown as she read the girl tribute's name.
She almost choked on her words.
"Rainee Fletcher."
The president's own granddaughter was chosen to be a tribute.