I walk in to find Prim wearing my first year training outfit and her new boots. Each year of training you get a new uniform on a new color. first years who are 12 wear Red, then Yellow, Green, Orange, Blue, and lastly when you turn 17 you get Black. Last year was my last in training. I am 18 now and as they begin the new training season they will choose 20 men and 20 women to be apart of the military. I put on last years uniform, black of course and get ready for the Drafting.
The Draft is chosen between all 18 year old who have been through 6 years of training. I qualify as one of them. The only excuse for not having 6 years of training in by the time you are 18 is if you are at deaths door.
"Today is my last day of training" I mutter to myself. "And my first", I am startled by the the voice of Prim behind me. I turn around to see Prim with a worried look across her face. "It will be ok Prim, it won't be me. There are hundreds of other girls of my age, it won't be me." "But what if it is?" she pleads. Just then our mother walks in. The room gets quiet. I break the silence by telling Prim it's time to leave, which is not a lie because it is time.
Prim and I are driving to Training when I get a text from Gale:
Gale: Hurry!!! Something big is happening!!!
Me: What?!? What's happening?!?
Gale: To much to explain in a text Just hurry!!
I tell Prim what Gale said and I drive to the Training Center as fast as I can, without breaking the law. We get there 10 minutes before training starts, hopefully we didn't miss anything. As we walk in I hear our trainer Haymitch talking to the kids, but I realize this is not the same speech he says every year. Prim and I stand next to Gale and his younger brother Rory, Rory and Prim are in the same year at school, so its also Rory's first year in training. "This year," Haymitch says as he continues his speech "because of all the lost soldiers last year the Capitol has asked that double the amount of 18 year olds be drafted."
"Shit" I say to myself although in pretty sure Gale hears because he laughs quietly, but then get very serious as the news sinks in.
Oh shit, that means 40 girls. The odds are defiantly not in my favor.
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Hunger Games Modern Days
FanfictionWhat if Katniss and Peeta still had to fight to the death. But there's a catch, there can be multiple winners. Can Katniss and Peeta survive. The odds are different because, this is war. A more modern twist to Hunger Games. One that no one expected.
