The First Hunger Games

Chapter 3

Reality hit me! It walked up to me, slapped my face, then said "here I am,"

My head was spinning and my brain was working as fast as physically possible. Not a chance, I was going to let her go in the games! She had a future and had a boyfriend, and other things to worry about. None of which included a painful death!

Oh, what's the word?! Volunteer, that's right. We were never told we couldn't volunteer, but it never says we could, either, but you'd have to have a death wish if you wanted to volunteer.

Lacey looked down as she walked, she had on a beautiful, white dress that seemed to flow around her legs. She even had had matching white high heels. 

I felt like I was choking, I couldn't breath. I couldn't speak! I had to think fast, she was almost the the front.

"I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!!" I screamed, pushing people out of the way.

The whole population of 8 stared at me as I ran up to Lacey.

"Amity? What are you doing?!" She asks.

I shrug, "I'm doing you a favor, now get out of here!"

"I'm not going to let you!" She yells.

Isn't the reaping getting recorded?

"I'm sorry," then I run up the steps and stand next to Nikki Parker. Lacey looks like she's going to cry as she turns around and runs. I bit my lip, tasting my own blood.

Nikki Parker takes her attention off of Lacey, as of most of Panem does, and turns their focus on to me.

"Hello, what's your name?"

"Amity," I say into the microphone, which she is holding in front of my face. "Amity Roadside."

"Well that was very brave of you to volunteer for your friend, now how old are you?" She smiles, showing off her pearly whites.

"12," Of course a 12 year old that was small, and had no skill had to get picked! OF FREAKING COURSE!!

I glare at the crowd, not sure what I was doing.

"Oh," Her smile slowly dieing. "Let's pick a male tribute, shall we?"

Who's it going to be? I think, crossing my fingers that he's cute.

She carefully takes the little peace of tape off the card, opens it and silently reads it. I try and peer over her, to see to card, but of course it failed. I almost fell on my face, well that would have looked really, really bad.

"Dawson," There's a lot of people named Dawson, right? "Redd." Well, shit!

I scan the crowd to settle on a familiar face, I spot my mom who is nodding her head. And Lacey, oh god! She- her- me- and Dawson!

Dawson makes his way to the front of the crowd and up on the stage. He looks at me with pity.

The odds were definitely not in his favor! 3 slips out of thousands maybe even millions! UGH!

Maybe this is all a dream, I'll just wake up, safely in my bed.

Or maybe not!