THE 31st HUNGER GAMES

Chapter 1

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Jackie's POV
My father has disappeared into the woods of district 10 again. Sometimes, he takes me along, but we only stay there and hunt for a few hours. But sometimes, when he goes alone, he doesn't come home for two days. I know something suspicious is going on, but none of my parents tell me anything when I ask. They say I'm only eight, I won't understand.

I have an older brother whom I am not allowed to talk to. Apparently, he is involved in my father's secret business in the woods and needs to be kept away from the outside world. My father only lets me speak to him once a month. When I speak to him, my father is always around to monitor our conversation. Nobody in district 10 knows he exists. He's thirteen and during the reapings, he is hidden away in the woods.

My father is a terrible man. He always praises my brother for his "courage" and "bravery" and he always beats and hurts my mum when he is at home. He criticizes me and beats me up too. I'm only eight, I don't understand what the hell is going on. All I know is I hate my father and brother and I will do whatever it takes to prove my worth.

<<7 years later>>

Jackie's POV
I am fifteen years old now. I have huge muscles, and the amazing skills of a hunter. I am skilled with spears, swords and knives. All these years, since I was 10, I have been training hard to develop the skills of a murderer. I will go into the 31st Annual hunger games this year, and show the world just how powerful I truly am.

When I was 10 I watched the career tributes from districts 1,2 and 4 kill like monsters in the 26th Annual Hunger games. The victor from district 1 brought pride to his district and was highly regarded. I wanted to be like that. I was tired of the injustice that went on at home. I initially wanted to volunteer when I was eighteen but the torture from my father was unbearable. I was going to end it with my victory in the 31st annual hunger games.

I went to the reaping, feeling excited. I was definitely going to be the tribute. After all, nobody trains and volunteers in district 10.

The escort, Richila Feela, was irritating as usual. It took a long time before she placed her fingers into the glass bowl to reap the female tribute, placed them upon the slip of paper of her choice and pulled it up. She read the name out loudly, "Alice Cradfield."

I wanted to scream out loud. This couldn't be happening. Alice's father was involved in my father's secret business, which till this day, I knew nothing about. Alice came over with her father sometimes so her father could discuss things with my father. She would come to my room. Even though she was two years older, I felt a strong attraction towards her. One night, as our fathers whispered in hush voices to each other, she leaned over and whispered to me,"I love you more than you will ever know." In that moment joy swept over me and I kissed her, saying,"I love you too."

I could not volunteer. Not this year. To win, I have to kill her. But I want her to win, and that means I have to die if I volunteer.

I was so deep in thought that I did not realise Richila had already pulled out the slip of paper for the boys. She declared, "Jackie Greymand."

I was horrified. I had been reaped. This was horrible. If I die, my mother will have no one to protect her when my father torments her. If I live, Alice must die.

I stepped up the stage, hoping desperately for a volunteer, but as usual, none volunteered to die in my place.

As I walked to my place on the stage, trying not to show my emotions of horror and fear of having to kill Alice, I hear Alice whisper into my ear, "I will kill you."

Betrayal is all I feel in my bones.