Chapter 1- District 1

Welcome to the 18th Hunger Games! Here is the first district. I hope that everyone likes it. Please send in names for the first and last names for the characters! I will do one person per chapter most of the time to describe what's happening. But, sometimes I will do both people for the district.

P.S This chapter has been rewritten! ;D

- Kittystar

Amber Jowen, 17

"Amber! Get up already. You slept in and the reaping is in two hours!" I woke up to my mom calling me for breakfast. I slowly got up. Mornings were usually slow for me. I was slightly annoyed at my mom waking me up so early. Then, I realized that she had said the reaping was this morning! I got dressed as quickly as possible. I chose a white dress with a lacy design on the front.

"So, do you want to volunteer or not?" My father asks me when I come down the stairs. "We did pay for all that training and I wouldn't want to put it to waste." I pretend to look like it's a hard choice.

"Hmm. I will if I don't get picked first." My parents both laugh. You see, I'm an only child and that's why we can afford to go there. Even though it's district one, we live in a slightly poorer area of thee district. I finish my breakfast and read a little. In no time at all, it is time to go to the town square.

I step forward in the line to get my finger pricked. It hurts a little but I ignore the pain, excited for the reaping to start. I really hope I get chosen. All of those years of practice can't be for nothing.

I pay no attention to the beginning and imagine myself being chosen for the games. Finally, the names are about to be chosen. The guy at the stage who picks the names digs deep into the girls' bowl.

"Emma Donnet." He calls out. I roll my eyes. Everyone knows that Emma Donnet is one of the wimpiest girls in all of district one.

As she fearfully steps forward, I call out, "I volunteer!" And smile when I see my parents nod approvingly. I see her run to her family crying with relief. I sigh with annoyance.

"Ah, a volunteer! Always a pleasure to have one." He says delightfully. He reaches into the boys' bowl and reads, "Jay Lenak." I know that boy. He's the one who trained with me. Me and him were sort of friends. Him and I had even worked together with some plans. This would be our advantage.

Jay and I are marched into to different rooms. I sift on a plush couch and wait to say good bye to my family and friends. The first people to come in are my parents.

"I am so proud of you!" Mom squeals. "I know you'll win darling" Dad smiles. We hug each other and wait for the peace keepers to take them out.

My friend Sara comes in next and we hug each other. "You got chosen!" She squealed. I nodded with a smile. "You will win! I can't wait to tell everyone at school!" Sara was a little...talkative. Then she has to leave and I have to go to the train.

I feel giddy and start to think ahead. What will I wear for the chariot ride? What will the arena be like? Then I am taken back out and to the train station.