Okay, so I don't really like the author's note at the bottom so from now on I shall write it at the top. So far only one tribute has been submitted, the District Seven girl. SO PLEASE SUBMIT! I'm going to fill in a few to die at the blood bath, but I still really need those tributes guys. And also, please review! Thanks so much! ~Geneva
Angela's P.O.V.
Bang, bang, bang my head hit against the floor as my father hit me, I then began screaming and my mother appeared "NO MOMMY NO!" I cried, but it was too late, her limp body lay on the floor, my dad holding a skillet. Now was my chance, I bolted, running for the hills until I stumbled upon a little foster home. Being ten years old, no one wanted me there, but they kept me anyways…. I woke up screaming, the same nightmare I've been having scenic I was ten happened again. And people wonder why I'm such a bitch… "ANGELA? ARE YOU AWAKE?" "Yes sweetie, I'm coming, hold on a second." My dearest husband was calling me. "Hey!" he said pecking me on the lips. "Today is going to be a big, big day! I'm announcing the twist to all of Panem today!" I said cheerfully. Because the arena was going to be so large and like a quell, I needed to tell them, it was required.
Jinx Mason District 7 p.o.v.
I was lying in my sister's bed when suddenly her TV flashed on. "Hello DISTRICT SEVEN" it began in Ceaser Templesmith's voice, but then changed to a robotic one. "Today you will be required to head to the town square at precisely 2:30 pm SHARP. If you do not attend, you shall be executed. Well that's better than listening to this guys voice… "YO JINX, YOU SEE THAT STUPID GUY WITH THE RED HAIR ON YOUR T.V.?" My sister Johanna, (AKA the victor) called. "YEAH, BUT SHUT UP, YOU'RE GUNNA WAKE UP THE ENTIRE NEIGHBORHOOD!" I said just as loud. She ran up the stairs, leapt on the bed and said, "Yeah, cause so many people from Seven are victors." I scoffed and looked at the clock. "Shit, it's 2:15" Johanna said, "No shit Sherlock…" I rolled my eyes, hopped out of bed and went off to the square.
Angela's P.O.V.
I was standing on the reaping stage, waiting for everyone to show up, and then, my eyes caught sight of Johanna Mason, a previous victor. Perfect I though. "Hey, Ms. Mason, please step on to the stage and have a seat." I said. She looked at me funny then followed my orders. At 2:27 I started to speak. "Welcome, welcome. I have some very important news to tell you all, firstly, this year's Hunger Games will be like a Quarter Quell. The arena will be the remains of District Thirteen and the cornucopia will be 10 feet in the air and your platforms 20. You may be wondering why I am spreading the classified information, it's because they were Snow's direct orders. Also, we will have hundreds of MUTTS and if reaped or volunteered, you must let us know your biggest fear. Some of my favorite mutts are the ones of the previous victors at the age they were when they entered the games." I looked to my right and saw Johanna sweating, and twirling her hair. "And so, all District Seven victors please follow me and we will be getting ready for your transformation. Not only are the tributes fighting for their lives, but also, your clones. When your clone dies you lose 200 sponsorship points, enable to use them on your tributes. Thank you, and may the odds be ever in your favor." With that, I walked off the stage followed by all of the District 7 victors, the dead ones are taken care of.