So. This is my first Fan Fiction on this account. I give you three warnings.
1. My writing is really sloppy. Please don't critique me, my characters, or anything because I am NOT a professional writer. If you do, I will cry by myself eating peanut butter (from the jar) while watching High School Musical over an over again for hours.
Good luck getting that image out of your head.
2. I cannot and will not post often. What usually happens is, I go on a spree and write a few chapters at once. Then I am enveloped in a deep dark sea of homework, essays, and projects for about a month until I resurface. I know you will all miss me during these times of trouble, but I can't just quit. (If I could, I would have years ago.)
3. I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES. Ok, I know that some people mistake me for Susan Collins (nope) but she is an incredible genius who I could never be. *silent tear*
ENJOY! :)
Prologue
My name is Benjamin Trouserfield. And I am a contender in the 97th annual Hunger Games. You wanna know the worst part about being a tribute? In case you were wondering, no, it's not the starvation. It's not the looking behind your back every minute of every day. It's not even the insanity you go through, being alone and hungry and seeing death everywhere.
It's being forgotten that's the worst.
But if I'm going to tell this story right, I have to start from the beginning. The very beginning. Before the games started, before this whole fiasco, back in District 5, where I belonged.
Constructive criticism greatly appreciated. Hope you liked it. If not, um...sorry?