Waiting here in the town square scares the life out of me, People staring out into the crowds which i am part of all of them waiting for two of us to be chosen to take place in the mighty hunger games , but even that isnt scary compared to the fact that this year i will be the male tribute from district four. I already knew this , yet that is comon practice in my district ,with so many of us in the district out at sea the tributes name will be chosen months before so that they are definately in the crowd. Loads of people keep telling me i should be honoured and that i 'll be the winner , most of them worship the capital , praising them for there so called generosity . But i know better , I was taught different.
In can still remember the first day at training school when we were taught about the hunger games . sure the teachers told us how lucky we where and that it was a privalage to become a tribute. The worst part is i believed them that day just like the others . All until i came home to my mom and started ranting on how i would be the youngest tribute to win the hunger games and how i would be better than my auntie who had been a tribute years before and failed . I thought she would be pround little did i expect here to rapidly take my hand and drag me out the back door after thrashing me hard on my cheek , not saying anything to me mom took me all the way to the shore line on the eastern side of the district where we live. Looking into her eyes i could see furious rage but also sadness , It was then my mother told me the truth about how we were used for others gain and how childeren were killed for entertainment , in that moment i felt the rage she kept locked inside her and the sadness for her sisters death that fired her furey .
Never again did i think of the hunger games in that way or think about the awful wishes of mine that i had told my mom. At least not until they where awnsered that day two peacekeepers came to the house to inform us of the supposedly great news that i would be this years tribute.
Trying to look casual by shoving my hands in my pockets as the ridiculasly dressed capital mentor calls my name and becons me to the stage. I dont listen to the speech she gives and look at my district partner shes about four years older but not neccesarily stronger or faster abit plump if you ask me just as all rich kid from town are . Suddenly i start wondering how it happened to me this horrible fate , my mom will be fine shes just as strong willed as me and wouldnt let anything happen to my three year old sister maya they will be fine , but what about me im just thirteen so this is my second reaping and yet it is now my last .
As i asked my family didnt visit me before i left i wanted to appear week to trick competitorsinto thinking i am so i already said my goodbyes , so after thifteen minutes waiting im whisked off to the train platform.
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Live Fast Die Young
FanfictionEvery one knows the story about the district twelve star crossed lovers but whats not known is the story of the youngest tributes in the 74th hunger games and there love story. Here is there love story from both of there views.
