The 200th Hunger Games

District And Capitol 1

Anna Dimeesa's POV

I walk into my bright green bedroom with luscious white carpet, walk to the dresser, and pick out my most precious dress. This dress was given to me by my boy friend Tod. It is pink with little roses outline the bottom, which curls out to ruffles. I skip into the bathroom humming a little tune in my head and step into the shower, being careful not to mess up my perfect pink nails. When I get out of the steaming sauna, I slip into the dress, curl my bright blonde locks, and walk into the kitchen. Mother already has my pancakes ready, and next to my chair is my pink high heels. This is just a perfect day. I walk to the district center, and see Tod. I rush to him and pulls him into a big hug. He looks at me and says "You are the prettiest girl in the whole District!" I can't help but smile. He ushers me down the path, and we finally get to the pricking booth. We both get out fingers pricked, kiss, and walk in our different directions. I step into the 16 year old category and start gazing at Tod. I start to doze off, but right before I do I hear, ANNA DIMEESA. I walk onto stage and can't help but give a quiet smile.

Devon Rocher's POV

I wake up to a nightmare, the same one I have been having ever since we heard that the Capitol would be partaking in this year's games. I am 17 years of age and I can't stop thinking about this stupid game. Ever since I could talk my father has trained me to be a Game Maker. He is the head one and he told me that one day I will take his "throne" and become "king" of the arena. That sounds great and all, but I don't seem to think that that is the life for me. I want adventure and danger, so I pretty much want to be a peacekeeper. I then realize what day it is, I run into my dressing room and pull out a baby blue tux. It is my favorite because it matches my hair. My mother And I watched the district one reaping and now we know that I could have a very big chance of becoming tribute because of me being a male. I walk into my bathroom and brush every strand of my hair twice, making sure not to miss a morsel of it. I walk down the hall to the kitchen where my mother has prepared omelets. I scarf mine down, making sure not to leave a crumb behind. I walk out the door and run to the town center. I look at the sign and see that I have to *gulp* draw blood. I run/sprint to my section. I listen to all of the stupid video and wait for the name drawing. I listen and here Devon Rocher. I start to shake and then all in 5 seconds all goes black