The 30th Hunger Games

by katzapped

Kayleen Princeton is a 13 year old girl from District 12, and the Hunger Games have rolled around. Where 2 tributes from each district fight to the death, until one remains. A victor. Kayleen, in an attempt to save her older sister, goes into the Games and hopes to make it home. But there are 23 other kids who want the same thing, and it's not going to be easy.

2. Damn it Savanna, you had to die!

I knock on the door. May answers it, in a light blue dress that brings out the sparkle in her blue eyes. Her shoulder length blonde hair has been curled so that it falls at her chin.

She grins and hugs me. "Kay! You look great!"

I smile back. "Thanks! You look great too!
"Mom we're leaving!" May yelled back into her house.

"Okay, we'll be there soon, don't want to miss the reaping," her mom called back.

She smiled at me. "Let's go Kay, or we'll be late."

I nod in agreement and we walk there as quickly as we can. When we get there, May checks her watch.

"12:49,"she reports successfully.

I point over to the place where they check you in. "Let's go over there."

"Oww…" I wince softly as they prick my finger with a needle and rub my blood on some special paper.

"NEXT!" hollers the man, ignoring my pain.

May comes from my left. "All right, where do we stand?" She looks around.

Then I see the spot where all the other 13 year old girls are standing.

"May, over there." I point in their direction.

She nods. "Hey Lashandra!" She yells, waving excitedly.

The popular girl in our class glares at May. We don't like her and we never will, but May enjoys teasing her, especially in front of her "popular friends."

The time is now 12:56.

"Excuse me," coughs Mayor Lutwick. "I will now say the history of the Hunger Games."

Then he rambles on about how we rebelled and District 13 was destroyed and the Hunger Games keep the Districts in line.

"Now to pick our tributes," he announces leaving the stage and welcoming our Capitol escort, the happy, bubbly, Kilee O'Neal.

"Happy Hunger Games!" She chirps in her freaky Capitol accent. "And may the odds be EVER in your favor. First I shall select a girl tribute." And she walks over to the bowl with the girl's names in it.

"Oh god, please not Shayla," I think. "Please no."

"Our tribute is," she pauses for dramatic effect. "Savanna Williams!"

"Thank god!" I think, relieved.

Nobody speaks. Nobody moves.

"Savanna? You out there?" Kilee repeats.

The mayor goes out and whispers something in her ear.

She frowns. "Oh my, that's rather dreadful."

"It seems that Savanna Williams has passed, this very morning, from a rare disease," Kilee announces sadly.

"So I will pick again."

I had no time to pray before the name was spoken.

"Shayla Princeton."