Chapter 3
Oh How the Games Have Changed

Sionn went to go stand with his other guy friends as Tala and I made our way over to the girl side. This is the moment of the year where us kids have the most fear.
Sure we're scared about not having enough food, or dying or being rapped, but in the Hunger Games there are almost no rules.
The only rules are no stepping off the platform before the gong sounds (You can it just means that you blow up into a million pieces and get the kids you're standing next to all covered in blood) and no committing suicide.
If you do kill yourself then they kill your family and friends to. But when you're in the arena you can be rapped, go with no food until the last person is dead and as for dying, well you have to kill the other competitors. One of the good things that have changed about the games though, instead of only getting a few days to train, you get a full thirty days, from
8:00 AM-5:00 PM. (Yay! More time to beat us before we beat each other)

The capital women step up to the middle of the stage, her face show's how much she is repelled to be here. "Well you crazy old hag, we don't like you either" I whisper to Tala. Her mouth turns up a centimeter then falls.
"Welcome District Twelve to the annual 105th Hunger Games" Capital Hag goes on and on about how privileged we are and how happy she is to be here. Let's just say I get enough crap for a full year just by hearing all this shit. Then like every year we watch a clip about what it was like and how it's all better now.

When the clip is done, all eyes turn to her. She will draw a name from each bowl, and that bastard who is chosen will have to compete in The Hunger Games.
"Like always, ladies first." Not me, not Tala, not someone I know, I beg to God.