The First Hunger Games

Chapter 1

My home is what you would call Panem. I live in district 8 or at least that's what I've been told.

A few years ago the people rebelled against the capital, the terrible, cold war. I know because I was there 5 at the time, now 12 but I still remember the screams belonging to the people. Five whole year of that shit!

Eventually the capital won and almost a year ago the said they were planning something big, fuck, that's all everyone talks about anymore!

"Amity," my mom interups my thoughts.

"Bye." I plant a flying kiss on her cheek. She and most of the adults work at home netting and sewing for the capital. They have to make at least eigh outfits per day. Hats, gloves, every little detail of the outfit must be perfect.

(Yes, I do know how to sew but I really hate it!)

But if we don't make at least 8 outfits we are killed or punished (logical right?) This world is so cruel and we all live in fear, to afraid to do anything else.

I walk the half mile to school and meet my only friend besides Dawson Redd, Lacey Pam.

"Hey, Am." She jogs down her steeps of her house as she puts her long strawberry blonde hair up.

"Hey, Lace." I say.

Rick kids! You see, she's the mayors daughter so she doesn't have to worry about the same things that I do. Like not eating for a couple of days or something like that. She has long, strawberry blonde hair and pale neon green eyes.

"Did you hear that we don't have classes today?" Lacey says as we walk to school. I stand up straighter, curse only being, 4' 5".

"Then why am I still walking?" I complain.

She srugs as she said, "No, it's some meeting or something, my dad won't tell me what is about. But I know that he knows!"

I didn't have time to respond because I walked into someone. Looking up, I see Deven the biggest bully ever.

"Oh... Roadkill! What did I say would happen if I saw your ugly face again?" He asks. I grid my teeth and ball up my fists.

"Amity," She snaps. "Come on."

I turn, following her while tossing my deluxe I'll kill you later glare. "It's Roadside, stupid." His friends had to hold him back from killing me.

Lacey sighs and stares. I look and notice, she's staring at Dawson Redd, her boyfriend. He has messy black hair and dark brown eyes.

Let me tell you this, their relationship is very werid, well considering that she's 13 and he's 15. So yeah... very werid. He notices us and walks over to us, kissing his girlfriend.

I hold my stomach as they kiss. "I think I'm going to puke!!"

Just as I thought they would, they pulled apart. "Thank you," I mumble as they both roll their eyes at me.

"Hi, Am." Dawson says.

"Yo," I said back. Just then Mrs. Peachy (yum a peach sounds good right now. What?!) told our little group, to go to the lunch room.

"Okay." Lacey slips her hand into Dawsons'.

We sit in our usal spot in the lunch room, talking.

"So, Lace, did your dad say anything to you?" Dawson looks at Lacey.

"No, he said he couldn't." She looks at him.

"Maybe it's about the capital's huge idea." I add, trying to get into the conversation.

"Possibly." Dawson says.

Then the mayor walks in and stands in the front of the room. "Tomorrow afternoon there will be a reaping for The Hunger Games."