the 88th hunger games

[Hola Señor!]

I stood in the crowd of girls, all around my age, as I looked up at the escort for district 4, Ellie Saigon. Somehow my Parents had gotten me into a sea green dress and fixed my hair up. They probably did it while I was asleep. "Happy Hunger games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!" Ellie smiled. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Ladies first!" She Reached into the girls reaping ball and pulled out a name, "Janie Gall!" She Boomed and the small girl walked up the stage, "Any Volunteers? No? g-"
"I volunteer." I Said, walking up to the stage and leading the first girl down by her hand and coming back up to the stage, "So, What's your Name?" Ellie asked.
"Jesse. Jesse bell."
"Well, Don't want your friend stealing all the glory?"
"These games have as much glory as the Purple Braids in your hair."
"I don't have any..."
"Exactly." I Said with a smug grin, Take that capitol. I thought.
"N- now... Onto the boys!" She Reached in and pulled out a name, "Jonathon Riebe!"
I watched as the boy walked up. He was short, with a lot of muscles, but kind of fat. He had thick legs, arms, neck with a round, and Dirty blond hair.
"Sup." He said to me in an angry tone.
"Hi." I mutter back.
"Any Volunteers? No? Good! Let The Hunger Games Begin!" WE Are soon Wisked away to the justice building where no one visits me.

[wildtalon96]

Courtney tapped her foot as she waited impatiently in the crowd of young women. They were all wearing special outfits; fancy dresses, stunning skirts and anything else nice-looking they could dig up. She, however, was just wearing a dirty old dark-green tee with baggy sweatpants. She didn't see the point in looking beautiful for the occassion of being sentenced to death.
After what seemed like hours the District 9 escort, Trisha Pullen, appeared in front of the crowd. Her cobalt blue hair seemed extra ridiculous this year because it spiked out in all directions.
"Welcome boys and girls," she called, a huge smile stretching across her face. "And happy Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favor! Now...." She held up the girls' reaping bag. "Ready ladies?"
Courtney tapped her foot quicker and began biting her nails.
Trisha pulled out a name and read it loud and clear. "Courtney Tallywagger!"
Courtney's hand fell to her side as she stared up in disbelief.
"Courtney?" Trisha called again.
Courtney clenched her fists before slowly moving through the crowd and up onto the stage.
"Well don't you look... unique." Trisha shook her head in disgust and then looked back out to the crowd. "Volunteers? No? Excellent." She moved on to the boys' bag of names. "Now for the gentlemen." She reached in and pulled out a name. "Bradley Crest!"
A young boy that looked about thirteen years old walked up to the stage. He looked so frightened, and for a moment Courtney felt bad for him. But that sympathy turned to anger directed at the Capitol. It was all the Capitol's fault. Everything.
"Volunteers? No? Good." Trisha clasped her hands together eagerly. "Well, let the 88th Hunger Games begin!"
The two kids were quickly taken to the Justice Building. No one visited Courtney, but she expected that. No one cared enough to visit her. No one ever cared.

[~`Sliver`~]

"Come on Sliver!" My brother grumbled, as I was slowly walking out of the door. I was wearing a sky blue dress, with spaghetti straps, my hair was in neat curls. Birch was wearing a black dress shirt and pants, not that fancy, but whatever. "We can't be late!" I finally caught up with him. "Okay," We walked over to the crowd, and stood where we were supposed to be. Titania Rowan walked up onto the stage, her sky blue hair was blown back from the wind. She flickered her orange gaze onto everyone, her blue lips pulled back into a smile.

As she began to talk, I realized I had spaced out. "Now, I will start with the ladies!" Her jolly, capitol accent filled voice rang through the district. I watched as she reached her hand into a glass bowl, a moment later she pulled out her hand, a white piece of paper in it. She opened it up, and stared at it. "Sliver Hemlock!" She grinned. I felt my mouth drop open in shock, disbelief, and grief. Titania looked around, "Sliver Hemlock?" She called.

Some girls push me forward to the stage. Shakily, I stagger up onto the stage and over to Titania. She smiled. "Any volunteers?" Looking around, she shakes her head. "Nope. Good." As she begins to pull out the boys' slip, I look around at my family. I see my parents, my mother is crying while my father is trying to calm her down. "Timber Goldenrain!" Titania calls, I jump backwards as her voice startled me.

He calmly walks onto the stage and stands next to me. His expression was calm, dull, and plain. He didn't have anything to live for, he told others. His family was executed, and he stopped being himself. I feel my face grow red, as I glance over at him. I had a crush on him since I was 13. I groan quietly to myself. "Let the 88th Hunger Games begin!" Titania beamed, and clasped her hands together.

Before I know it we're already at the Justice Building. She had talked to Ashe, her best friend, and her family. Ashe was the more supportive one, Sliver thought. She wouldn't come out of the arena alive, she knew it. She didn't have much self confidence. She sighed, and leaned backwards resting her head against the wall. Let the Hunger Games begin. She thought silently.

[Damien]

Damien rushed through the streets. The only thing that pounded through his skull, was run! Moments ago, he awoke on the streets, with nothing from his past, but a dagger, that had hia name inscribed on it. That's, when the thugs attacked. Now, he would do anything to get away from them. He turned a corner, and surged through the crowd. He had no idea what it was for, but he didn't care. A voice called out over the crowd. "That's good for the ladies, how about the gentleman? Let's see who we have here.." He turned, and saw the thugs making their way towards him. He gulped, and kept making his way, closer, and closer to the stage. "Zaris Drew!" A small boy, walked onto the stage, shaking immensely, his family crying desprately. "Any volunteers?" The thugs were near, and he had only one way out. "I volunteer!" He jumped on stage, away from the thugs' reach. He watched the kid burst into tears, and run off the stage, jumping into his parents' embrace. "Okay, what's your name?" "Damien, uh.." He looked around, trying to think of something. "Collins! Damien Collins." "So, didn't want the glory to be taken from you?" He turned to the mayor. "Something like that." Damien turned to the girl. She was about fifteen, with an all black style of clothing. "Hello." She glared at him, and didn't say another word. "Let the 88th Hunger Games begin!" After a while, they were in a place called the Justice Building. I'm way in over my head! What are the Hunger Games, and how in the world did I get sucked into them?!