Chapter 4- District 4

The person who gave the names to me was genorous enough to give me a ton of info! I will change her a little if you don't mind! Also, I won't be updating until I get at least ten more names of stylists, prep teams, game makers, tributes and you know the rest. Okay? Thanks.

- Kittystar of Windclan

Natasha Huang, 15

I woke up early again. Sadly, I didn't sleep in like I had wanted to. I looked over at my younger brother who was sleeping. He looked so tiny curled up in his cot. I slipped out of bed and cheched the time. 6:12. I guess I didn't wake up THAT early. The reaping would start in a half hour and I wanted to make sure I was prepared.

I remember when I used to be so excited about the hunger games. I was too shy to volunteer but I hoped my siblings would be chosen so that we would win and get to go to the victor's village. Well, i was right about one thing; My siblings did get chosen. But I was also wrong. Every time one of the four children in my family-not including me-got chosen, they would get killed.

Now, I hate the hunger games and district 1- The only district that killed my brothers and sisters-. I snap out of my trance and look in the closet for something nice. Blue, blue, blue, aha! I reach in and pull out one of my only purple dresses that I have.

I remember seeing it and wanting to buy it so badly. That was when I had decided to fish even harder and earn more money for the expensive piece of clothing.

"Natasha? Oh! That looks beautiful! Yes wear that." I jump at the sound of my aunt's voice. Me and my brother Sammy have lived with her for several years. She had died when giving birth to Sammy. "Thanks." I answered back. "I'm going to change into it so that we can leave soon. I'm not that hungry right now." She nodded and went to go wake up my brother.

I scowl at the one person I had forgotten about. Lilian Kosmor, the woman who comes from the stinking capitol to reap us. I. Hate. Her. "Happy Hunger games!" She says when just about everyone is at the town square. "Today we have gathered for a very blah blah blah..." I start to ignore her thing about something else. Will someone from my family get chosen again? Will I get chosen?

I must have been thinking for a couple minutes because I see her starting to reach into the boys bowl. Not me, not me.

"Kevin Jink" She calls out. Phew, Sammy wasn't chosen. Then Lilian reaches into the girls' bowl. My heart seems to beat faster and faster. Then, as she opens her mouth to say the name, my heart seems to stop.

"Natasha Huang!"

I hope I don't faint.

The very time I think no one from the Huang family will be chosen, I get chosen. I have to swallow a big lump in my throat as I step up onto the stage.

"The tributes from-" No, no, no, no, no ,no ,no. This cannot be happening, this cannot be happening, this cannot be happening. Peacekeepers march me to the justice building. I sit down. "OUCH!" I am jolted back to reality. I quickly sit up and realize that I had sat on a pin! Luckily, I am able to sit back down before my family comes in. Sammy and aunt Antionette come in, both crying their eyes out. I get frustrated because I'm trying not to cry. "Stop crying!" I hiss through my teeth.

"Sorry. I love you, Natasha. Please win!" Sammy sniffles. I sigh and give him a quick squeeze. "Love you too Natahsa." My aunt manages to say before she bursts into tears again.

The peacekeepers come in to escort them out. "I wan't to leave!" He starts to cry again. The peacekeeper growled and started to pull him away. "I DON'T WANNA GO!" He screams as the man tries to peel off his fingers. I know I'm supposed to make sure that my family leaves, but I feel the urge to let the peacekeeper struggle with Sammy. He deserves it anyway. "Ma'am," He says through gritted teeth, "Please make him let go." I shake my head. "Nope!" He scowls at me and yanks Sammy away. "Well then, Natasha, don't expect to see your friends ever again." My eyes widen. "What?"

"You're supposed to help peacekeepers, not make their job harder!" He drags a kicking Sammy away and slams the door. What did he mean?

Then, three gunshots answer my question. I try not to let out a sob as I am taken to the train. As I board the train I also hear a scream of, "NATASHA!" as the train doors slam shut behind me.