250th hunger games

Jessica warrens POV ( district 6 )

me and my older sister Ally and my little brother jason are sat on the battered settee as we are waiting for the quater quell anouncement to be brodcasted not only in district 6 but all over panem. Suddenly there is the capitol seal appearing on the tv screen and then the anthem starts.

"good evening panam!" the overly happy prailine prespect shouts into the camara, her hair is the colour of snow and is wrapped tightly into a bun , her skin which is usualy a diffrent unatuaral colour each year esspecsialy for the games which goes from the colour of the grass in the fields at home ,to the colour of the overly expensive oranges you can buy at the market ,this year is a snowey white and she seems to shimmer and sparkle whenever she moves. She is wearing a brightly coloured patchwork dress that clings to her and quite frankaly makes her look like a clown, I wouldnt be seen dead in anything like that, but in the capitol they seem to have other ideas about what looks nice or in fasion...

But the thing that would always be the same about her non ageing face each year is the overly exited, blood thirsty smirk that streches ear to ear which makes her look like a jack-o-lantern...

"it's the 250th hunger games and things have changed, but for the chosen tributes it is for the worst...

This year is a quater quell so there will be a few twists and turns along the way...Insted of 2 tributes from each district there will be 12 tributes reaped. six boys and six girls...

The tributes will have to get through a qualifing round if they want to get through to the main arena so they better watch out...

Friends will have to turn on friends in the ultimate test for suvivel.

Im Prailine Prespect and make sure you watch our capital updates and all the annual hunger games gossip shows

May the odds be ever in your favour and let the games comence!......"

One thing for sure is that this year the chosen tributes the odds are deffnetly not in their favour and all I can do is pray to god I am not one of them. The capitol seal shows up on the piece of scrap metal we call a tv, the anthem finishes and the screen fades black and we are plunged into silence.