The First Victor

by Esther The Victor

"I felt their pain as they died I felt their tears on my cheeks I felt their screams in my throat, I felt like I was them, like I was the one dying while everyone in the Capitol cheered my killer on, and once they died, I felt their happiness, I felt their joy when they figured the pain was over, and I will never forget that feeling,never" -The First Victor

5. District 4 Reaping: Zander& Coral

The 1st Victor

"District 4. What can we say about district 4? Two volunteers."

"Surprised, very surprised"

"What did you think about them"

"We'll when I saw the female I was like she's going to get loads of sponsors, and when I saw the male I was like wow that's brave of him, a 12 year old!"

Chapter 5: District 4 Reaping: Zander Le & Coral Hathaway

Coral Dwindle

We were all surprised, shocked, and scared. No one wants their children to die young. At least not my dad. He has trained me since he heard the announcement. He wants me to bring honor to my district. How is killing kids brining honor to your district? My name is Coral. I am as others say, 'the most beautiful girl in the whole district'. I have bronze hair that's curled today. I have the figure of a woman. Which is a great achievement for a 15 year old. My friends were told by their parents that my mother was the most beautiful woman in all of district 4. But she died. Swimming accident. She was out there while a couple of sailors were harpooning fish and they 'misstated' her as a 'mermaid' since she was so beautiful. Seriously mermaid? Anyways when she died the whole district was depressed because she was the most beautiful and kindest woman alive.

"Coral it's almost time!"

"Going dad!"

I pull on a light green dress that hugs me in all the right places. I put on some gray shoes and walk downstairs. My dad says I have to look my best when I volunteer. Hasn't he thought about my future? What if I end up like mom? Dead. How would he cope. I am an only child after all.

At the Reaping

"Welcome, welcome to the very first annual Hunger Games" As if on cue the whole district claps. My father had told everyone that as soon as the escort finished saying the name of the tribute I was going to volunteer. He had that proud look In his eyes. So now he basically put me in a box without any holes.

"Lets get started shall we?"

The escort bobs her way to the reaping bowl. This is it. My day of 'glory' has arrived.

"Pearl Dwindle!" I remember her. She is the nicest girl in my grade.

"I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!" I say.

"well come on up"

I smile on my way up. I can't let anyone see past my façade.

"What's your name?"

"Coral Hathaway" I say loud and clear. Everyone starts clapping. I spot my dad in the crowd and see tears of joy in his eyes. I know my dad wants me to win but what if I don't? what if I fail and never come back? What will he do? Coral don't think like that. Not now. Just smile and do what you must. It's the only way you can come back alive.

Zander le

"Welcome, welcome to the very first annual Hunger Games" The whole district claps. Why are they clapping. My dad said that there was a man saying that his daughter was going to volunteer to be apart of them games. Said she was 15. I don't know her since I'm just twelve. And besides there's no was that I'll volunteer.

"Pearl Dwindle!" says the escort.

Poor girl.

"I volunteer as tribute!" I hear someone say.

On her way to the stage she smiles. How could she be happy? Then I realize who she is. She's Coral Hathaway. Every guys dream of perfection. Of beauty. She looks like her mother. Such a tragedy that her mom died. She was the most beautiful woman in the district. Every girls roll model. Still is actually. My mother says that dad is the most handsome man in the whole district. My twin brother and I look like him. Except I have a scar on my face from a fire.

"What's your name?"

"Coral Hathaway" The one and only.

"now onto the boys!"

"Victor Le!" I freeze. That's my twin brothers name.

"I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!" I scream.

I can tell I startled the kids at the 12 year old section. I walk stiffly to the stage. I look into the crowd and see molly, my crush, and my brother, who is looking down at the ground as if he were mad at it. I know what he's thinking. He wants to be up here not me. He's thinking it'd be better if he was dead. But I'm not going to let that happen. No way. I plan on winning this even if I'm 12. I'll be the 1st victor. Even if it means I have to kill kids to come back home.

"What did you think about them when they were in the games?"

"Incredible. Seriously incredible"

"What about the interviews?"

"The girl definitely will break some hears if she dies, and when I heard her speak about her mom I was like mermaids? Are they even real?"

"Hahaha. That's what I thought too"

"I'm pretty sure thats what everyone thought"

"Hahaha"

"But for the boy, oh that was something, his love for his brother was heartwarming and he's a charmer"

-The 4th Victor