Maya Kentwell. 77th Hunger Games.

should I write this book?

I woke up to the sun. Shining so brightly through my curtains. I take my pillow and cover my face with it trying to block out the light. In almost no time at all, I throw the pillow across my room and sit up quickly remembering what today is. Reaping day. Today's the day everything changes, I volunteer, go to the games, and win, make my sister proud. Three years ago my older sister, Clove Kentwell, won the games with her boyfriend, Cato Hadley. I've looked up to her for years and nows the time to impress her. 

I get out of bed and strip off my undergarments. I run the bath and get in. In less than ten minutes, I'm done. On my dresser is the outfit I bought a week ago for this very occasion. It's a black skirt with white lacing at the bottom that rests mid-thigh. The top is back as well, a sleeveless v-neck, the same satiny material as the matching skirt.  It looks good on me, the array suits me very well, and fits my curves nicely. I start brushing my long wavy hair and put it in a half up half down doo. Two dutch braids from above my ears that meet in the back of my head, with the rest of my hair down in waves. After my hair looks decent, I apply light makeup. blush, mascara, and lip gloss that matches my eye shadow, nude. I make sure to put my favorite knife that I take everywhere in the small split on the side of my bra.

I look in the mirror and see Clove. I do look a lot like her but now I look older, more mature, more like Clove. I walk downstairs and see her. She looks at me and smiles, "Maya, you look beautiful." "just like your older sister" Cato adds. I didn't even see him there.  He walks over to me, bends down a bit, and puts a piece of my hair behind my ear, then says "you really do look lovely." I blush and spit out thanks before I can make an excuse to leave for a moment to hide the embarrassment. I say I need to use the restroom. I quickly run to the other room and close the door. I look in the mirror and I am bright red. Reason being not him, but his younger brother, Conner. They look just alike.  Blond, Icy blue eyes. Very attractive. I have had a massive crush on Conner Hadley since the day we met. He and I are both top of our classes. I'm the best considering the fifteen year old students, including the boys. And he's the number one sixteen year old. We are both incredible with weapons. 

After I pretend to use the toilet. I wash my hands and leave the room. I don't eat anything, I'm too excited for my chance to be in the hunger games. It's half-past ten and I put on some silver heels that go with my look and head to the town square. I see my friend Bree. We walk the rest of the way together. "How are you feeling?" I say. "I'm nervous." "why, don't you want to be in the games?" "actually no. I don't like the idea of killing, you know I've never killed anything. not even a bird or squirrel" Bree states pretty matter-of-factly. "Well I'm gonna win!" "YOU'RE WHAT" she screams. I didn't have time to answer because I had to get my finger pricked. I go and stand with the girls my age, and wait. After what seems to be like forever, even though it was only twenty minutes, district two's escort walks on stage. 

"Welcome. Welcome. I hope you guys are as excited as I am about this year's hunger games. Before I chose this year's lucky tributes, let's watch the video brought to you all the way from the capital!" We watch this stupid video that they play every year about why we have the games, and why President Snow is very generous, blah blah blah. I look around and see some of the younger children looking really horrified and the rest of us annoyed. I look up at the escort I don't know the name of and she is mouthing every word to the video. Capitol people, I roll my eyes. Finally it's time, my time to shine. "Alright then, laddies first!" She walks over to the bowl wobbling in her heels that are probably taller than her legs themself and reaches into the bowl. She then reads the name off of the little white slip. I didn't pay attention to the name she said but raised my hand as high as I could and screamed " I VOLUNTEER!" right after I scream, a blond seventeen-year-old girl named Evelyn tried to take my place.  She starts walking to the stage when a burst of energy rushes through me and I run up to her a tackle her onto the ground. She screams when I pin her to the ground, me sitting on top of her stomach. "GET OFF ME YOU MUTT" she screams at me. "THAT'S MY SPOT IN THE GAMES THAT YOU WERE TRYING TO TAKE!" "I DESERVE IT!" she spits in my face. I was so mad I took out my knife and held it to her throat. Once again I feel like Clove, I'm in the same place with Evelyn, as she was with Katniss Everdeen, the only person who scored higher than her, right before Clove killed her. Then I remember what she did to Katniss, she cut her all over her face, limbs, and everywhere else. And that's what I started to do, I cut up her left cheek and just started on the second before I got dragged off of her by a couple of peacekeepers. 

I look to Evelyn, she's stumbling to get up. She has dirt and rocks all in her hair, along with blood on her face and her dress. She even broke a heel, she looks like she's crying. Like she had a chance in the games anyway!  I then look around and everyone, I mean everyone is looking at me. The children in the reaping, the escort, all the parents, even all the peacekeepers watching me. That's when the lady I don't know the name of, looking very flushed points to me and says "um come on up dear." I stand up straight brush of the small amount of dirt on my skirt and walk to the stage with my head held high. When I get up the steps next to the escort, she askes me my name. "Maya Kentwell." I say loudly. That's when everyone realizes who I am, the girl who killed the most tributes ever in a game, the little sister of her. No wonder I'm such a psychopath. 

Then It's time for the boys. They call a name I don't recognize. He walks up on stage, a boy, tall, almost a foot taller than me, and very brawny, strong. He's definitely eighteen, definitely intimidating.  "Ok, you two, shake hands!" we do.  Not long after, we board the train without saying goodbye to our loved ones, a new rule since the last quarter quell. Not that I need to, Maya Kentwell will be the winner of this year's hunger games!