Hunger Games Unedited

Chapter 3: I Find Out District 12 is Comprised Entirely of Zombies

Once I fell asleep in a tree waiting for Scorpio the evil Squirrel to appear and I fell asleep and fell down and it hurt.

I hurt now. I think someone kept me from falling or something, but I still hurt and...

Prim couldn't be picked! Her name was in there once! It was wrong! Evil! Scorpio must have done this.

The crowd was unhappy because twelve year olds don't last in the games. She walks up shaking, and then I know I can't let Scorpio win.

"Prim!" I yelled rushing after her as teens made a way. I grabbed her and shoved her behind me. I any of Scorpio's minions were around, they would not get her.

"I volunteer!" I cried. "I volunteer as tribute."

No one's actually volunteered from District 12 in decades and so there's a little confusion. Some places people volunteer all the time because they actually prefer to go fight and die. They're all insane if you ask me.

Effie is all excited. Something interesting actually occurred. "Yay! Though we usually ask for them or something..."

"Who cares?" Undersee (hehe) says. He looks at me sadly because now he won't have any strawberries.

Prim's starting to scream. "No, Katniss! No!" What a wimp.

"Let go," I say harshly. I don't want to cry. Crying is for sissies. "Let go!"

Brainman came up behind me and took her off even though I could handle it just fine on my own thank you. He takes her to my mother and I climb up the stairs.

"Well, bravo!" gushes Effie. "That's the spirit of the Games. What's your name?"

I'm a little nervous. "Katniss Everdeen."

"I bet my buttons," (her very ugly clown buttons) "That was your sister. Don't want her to steal all the glory, do we? Come on everybody! Let's give her a big round of applause!"

No one clapped. They must all hate me. Everyone hates me.

Then they did something else. They touch the three middle fingers to their lips and hold it out to me. Probably everybody thought they were flicking me off, but actually it's a sign of respect usually reserved for funerals. It means goodbye. Great. I was already dead to them, but of course they all had to be mindless zombies to all think to do that at once so actually they're the dead ones. Eww.

So, now I was really starting to wimp out, but thankfully Haymitch came up behind me and was all drunk. "I like her!" he slurs. "She's got...spunk!" He points at the camera. "More than you!" Then he stuck his tongue out. Thanks, Stinky.

He might actually be taunting the Capitol...gasp. And then he falls off the stage.

But he gave me enough time to become emotionless. At least Gale would be up here with me in a minute, being cursed and all.

So while Stinky is being rolled away, Effie the clown reaches for the bowl. "And now for more excitement, our boy tribute!" Trying to hurry she grabs the first one she reaches. It's gonna be Gale. Poor Gale. "Peeta Mellark."

What the!???

No! Anything but that! What happened to the curse?!?! Oh darn darn. I've never actually spoken to the guy, but, just, no....

I'm doomed.

He looks almost cute while he's walking up so shocked, and blonde, and shocked. He climbs up without crying of anything though.

Effie hopelessly asks for volunteers and even though he's got two older brothers Peeta is as stuck as a dead pig in a mud bog.

And then the mayor (Undersee snicker) reads the Treaty of Treason which is very long and boring and I start thinking. Darn it.