District 11: A Fan Story Of The 63rd Hunger Games

Chapter 1

I awake to a slam on the door, and then another, and then the door got kicked opened fast and about a dozen peacekeepers ran in with guns and aimed them at everyone as one peacekeepers who is unarmed and instead holding handcuffs, grabs my father up from bed and shackles the cuffs around his wrists and takes him outside before we have time to think, when we had woken up and realized what had just happened, the peace keeper were already gone, leaving us with no father, dirt tracked in the house, and a broken door.

My little brother broke into tears after about 5 minutes of silence, this was bound to happen, my father was leading a rebellion out of his basement, after all. He knew the risks, or am I just saying that to make me feel better about what event just took place?

As my mother gets my 11 year old brother Alvin dressed for the annual reapings, he sobs his eyes out until his dark frizzy hair gets brushed, that always calms him down, I feel a wave of relief as I see the tears dry up from his dark skin and I know i can finally try to get my mind off of it by picking a pretty outfit from my very limited clothes closet and do my hair, fixing my "cute little afro" as my mother calls it.

I finally settle on a light blue dress with a light blue bow, now that I'm done I head downstairs to my mother and brother who gain relief seeing me because we can't be late for the readings, they are mandatory after all. After a short walk to town square qlwe get our blood taken from out fingertip to count attendance and I go and sit with the other 16 year old kids and sit down.

As the man who puts on the video about the war, Sunny Heavensbee walks up on stage, I can't stop thinking about what punishment my father will receive until they start calling names, "ladies first", sunny says, he pulls out a name and speaks it, but I was zoning out, and I didn't hear what name they said until everyone turns to me, and my heart sinks.

I stand up and walk to the podium eyes glaring at me, I can't tell what emotion anyone is feeling, I then stand in front of the microphone and see my mother, with tears down her face she says my name quietly "Dina...".

Sunny then pulls the boy's name, "Micah Shwartz". Everyone turns to a boy, 17 years old, he looks dumbfounded, like he just had his life ripped from him, he was a taller boy with brown skin and a black buzz-cut who slowly walked to the stage and he cried one tear, which he wiped off as fast as he could.

"Let's give our district 11 tributes, Dina Heels, and Micah Shwartz!" nearly everyone kissed their 3 middle fingers and threw them up as a sign to say bye to respected members of our district.