Could it have been

The reaping

I went up to my room. What should I wear? I decided on a black skirt with a green shirt. My boots are my only pair of shoes but since I am going to volunteer my mom wants me to look good. She walks in with a box labeled "volunteer" I watch as she empties the contents of the box. She tells me I should wear this coral sundress she wore when her sister, Lyme, volunteered and won. She thinks it's good luck. She pulls out a pair of sparsely ballet flats glitter really isn't my thing and I refuse. She told me," you wear that or", she digs in the bin and pulls out this puke green tule hat,"this". I decide on the shoes but I had one condition," Mom, but if I wear these glittery fairy shoes I get to wear your snakeskin belt and stick a knife in it. If I'm going to volunteer I don't want the other tributes to think of me as a little girl with shiny shoes." She says fine and she unbuckles it off of her waist. I don't even wait for her to take it off I just grab the buckle and pull the belt with me as I walk out the door.
I am just putting my knife in my belt when I hear the gong signaling us to the square. As I make it to the middle with the other 14 year old girls, a man named Hanabul walks up to the microphone. He welcomes us and I just tune him out. He always wears bright blood red lipstick and my friends always joke that his name is Hanabul the canabul because of the shade of lipstick he wears.
Finally Hanabul says "the girl tribute is.......-" "I volunteer as tribute" I am so proud I just inturupted a Capitol thing on live television. "Ok" says Hanabul, "I really don't like being inturupted before we introduce our volunteer do we have any male volunteers?" Of course. Cato volunteers. Not picking the tributes out of the reaping balls is a direct violation of the treaty of treason. Hannabul is soon shot by 2 peace keepers