The Sex Games

It was the morning of the 1st Annual reaping of The Sex Games.

What an evil name.. I thought to myself.

My name is Lavender Clos. I'm 16, been in the reaping two years. My name is in 16 times, not that it matters. I live in District 1. Here they train their tributes early on then they volunteer when they turn eighteen. At least, that's how it used to be when The Hunger Games were still a thing.

The people of Panem (aka The Capitol) got bored of the old games after Katniss and Peeta won. It almost started a war when they did, and it also started a trend. The people wanted more love story crap.

So, President Snow created The Sex Games. It's the same idea as The Hunger Games. There are two tributes from each twelve districts, one boy, one girl. They go train in The Capitol and get sponsors. Then they go into an arena. The only difference is that the tributes have to make love instead of kill to survive (pretty major difference) and the people of Panem watch and sponsor who they choose, and there are two winners. If you refuse to do anything they kill you or force you in terrible ways. They explained all this one night on an "emergency" broadcast.

Most teens in district 1 want to be in the games. I'm probably the only one who doesn't. My little sister Fleece is extremely excited for her first reaping in a year. She'll be thirteen years old then.

I for one was not excited as I got dressed in the outfit my mother had laid out for me. It was not modest at all.

President Snow had sent outfits for all the boys and girls to wear to the reaping. Mine was a short skirt that didn't cover my whole butt and a bikini-like top that looked like it could fit a toddler. Did I seriously have to wear this? How embarrassing.

I got dressed and went out into the living room. Mom laughed and did a little "facepalm". Fleece giggled and covered her eyes. My dad wasn't here, he was at work.

I went to the square alone and looked around to see that other girls had on similar outfits. Tiny tops, short skirts and shorts, some even wore only thongs. The boys had on barely anything, but they had it better than us girls. I got some whistles from guys as I passed them.

I went to stand in the girls section. On the stage stood Poppi Morgan. She had long blue hair and yellowish skin. Horribly ugly..

"Welcome to the 1st Annual Reaping!" she said into the microphone. "I'm sure you all heard the rules on your television."

She went over the rules.

"Now let's start with the ladies shall we?"

She reached into her glass ball and pulled out a slip of paper. She unfolded it and opened it.

"Lavender Clos!" she read.

I had never in a million years thought it would be me. I could have let a volunteer run up and take my place but something changed inside me. Looking around at all the faces of my district, I wanted to go in there. I wanted to win.

I hurried up the stairs to the stage trying to walk so my skirt bounced. I smiled at the cameras and went to stand by Poppi.

"Hello dear," she said. "What is your name?" She held the microphone out to me.

"Lavender," I said with a dazzling smile.

I saw my mom in the parents section and studied her reaction. She looked proud of me. You're probably thinking this is a weird thing, but in District 1 the Games are an honorable thing.

Poppi smiled. She went to the boy ball and pulled out a name.

"Darius Jackson," she read.

A boy rushed forward and said, "I volunteer!"