The 13th hunger games

Chapter one

I started my day like every other before that, getting dressed into a pair of tight pants and a plain shirt and grabbing my axe from my bedroom dresser and heading to the lush forests of district 7 with my father, while my mother cooked us lunch and my twin sisters played with there dolls by burning fire in our large cottage on the outskirts of district 7.

"So today is your last reaping,"my father happily, said to me as we started our journey into the woods to collect wood,

"Yep," I said to him. Even more happier than him knowing that I will no longer have to fear fighting to the death since my name has only ever bean in there six times before, and there are a few who have there's in there at least ten times. But unfortunately they always get picked and eventually die.

"Take these," my father, Harold says to me as only just manages to pick up the large pile of logs which he soon places in my right hand. "How come you are the strongest of us all?" My father asks as he grabs another bundle of sticks. I then start laugh and take the rest and easily manage to carry them all to the wagon.

"We better get back, and get ready." I say to him once all the logs are safely inside the wooden wagon.

Once we got home the clothes were waiting on my bed, all hand stitched by my mother. An elegant white shirt shirt and a pair of sleek black suit trousers, that would have bean sold for a few hundred at her boutique. After I'm all dressed I notice the small piece of paper with my mothers prefect handwriting all over.

'to my dearest son, you do not know how happy I am to see that my only son will not have to face those horrible games, and that you will live to give me beautiful grandchildren an have a long healthy life ' and at the end was her signature and two kisses, but before I leave I see the small necklace lying on the bed sheets. It was a silver locket with a picture of me and my family. This makes tears of joy fall down my face however, my mum soon comes into my room and tells me to come into the dinning room for something to eat.

The square is already when we arrive and the rest of my family have already taken there place and started praying for my safety. "This will only hurt a bit." The lady who is taking our blood says to us but I've already heard it a thousand times and know that it sorta does hurt. Despite the pain, this yet I do not let out the cry for the help like usual but instead I ignore it and walk straight to my position, while keeping an eye out for Bella, the most beautiful girl that has ever lived with hair so fair and fine and the most delicate little hands that have ever bean. But before I can find her , River, her twin brother, elbows me in the arm.

"Looking for Bella?" He asks as he smiles at me, I smile back but before I can say anything our escort has started to make her speech.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome. Isn't this such an exciting day?" The pale green man asks with a chuckle as he makes a step towards one of the bowls. "Well let's do the men first," he say as he puts his skinny arm inside the glass bowl and tries to grab one of the thousand pieces of paper, once he does he pulls it out and opens the seal, "the male tribute this year is... Bram Thorn!" He shouts and it echoes throughout the whole of district 7. My mother and father let out of screams and cry their eyes out but my grandad is silent, not a single sound comes out of his thin old lips. And the twins shout, scream and cry but they know that whatever they do, it can not change the fact that I am going to die in the hunger games.