THG Fanfiction First Annual Hunger Games: The Fighter from Six

District 6. That's where all of the vehicles and air crafts that the posh and filthy rich animals (Not literal animals I mean the people) of the Capitol use. Ugh. The Capitol. The one that thinks they're superior, especially now that they have brought down Panem's uprising which concluded 7 years ago. With our uprising came consequences said our, so called "majestic and amazing" President Fabler Snow. The consequences were that each district shall now offer up one male and one female to fight to the death in an arena. 2 people, or tributes the term was, from each district. 24 kids, 12 - 18 years old. In two weeks 23 of them, us, will be dead and one will be alive knowing he or she have survived and witnessed 23 kids get murdered and killed. Ugh, that victor won't even have enough pleasure of winning since they know 23 people are dead and only he or she is alive. Today was the so called "Reaping" where they will pick the two unfortunate tributes.

I haven't introduced myself, I'm Haller Carstone, 16 years old which means I'm still eligible for being chosen....damn. My other siblings are fortunately young so they are safe. I'm not. "Get ready boys! It's almost time!" says my mother. I finished getting dressed in a blue blouse and silk grey pants specially tailored by District 8. I gel my hair into a slick suave. My mother calls us and she doesn't seem worried at all. Probably because the odds of me being chosen aren't so high. We head to the Justice Building which is surrounded by plane hangars, train facilities and those sorts. All the eligible children line up to get a blood sample. I cringe from the stinging pain but I show no sign. I walk into the crowd and our mayor, Gertrude Heetherlane, welcomes the District 6 escort, Veronica Mayflower.

"Hello everyone!" she says in an eccentric, jolly voice. "This is the first year of the annual Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favour! Now ladies first," she announces as she dramatically walks and dips her hand into the glass bowl. She swirls her hand around until he picks one up, "Paige Fean!" I knew who she was talking about. Her father was head craft mechanics for the district. Screams yelled and I saw it was her mother and her little sister. Paige was calm and steady but I know deep inside she's scared as hell.

"Now for the boys!" Says Veronica. She swished her hand in the bowl and picked one out, "Haller Carstone!" Did I hear that right, I was so shocked. Time froze, literally. For me either ways. I went up and saw my family crying. I guess the odds weren't in my favour. I'm going into the arena and I have a 1 in 24 chance of winning. I'm basically dead.