Today felt different, of course it did, today was the day of the reaping. It was a warm spring day. A day when 23 kids get picked and die and 1 lives in fame. A day when 23 families mourn their loss and watch their kids get slaughtered. It began at 2 in the afternoon. Everyone was called to the square. My first reaping. I was grouped with all the other 12 year olds in district 7. The mayor stood up and recited why the games were created.
"In the wake of the rebellion, the Capitol established the Hunger Games, an annual event in which twenty-four children between the ages of twelve and eighteen, one boy and one girl from each district, are chosen to compete in an annual hunger games, where they must fight each other to the death until only one remains standing because of the rebellion."
A woman comes and reaches in for a name. I feel nervous. I know I have a slim chance of getting picked, one name in thousands, but I feel uneasy.
The Woman walks up to the microphone. "Everest Wryon."
The uneasy feeling turns to dread as I hear my mom shriek, as I am led by peacekeepers to the stage. "I was picked, How was I picked, Why Me?"
The Woman reaches in the bowl of names for the boys when I was on stage.
"Curtis Harrison."
Now I see my district partner walk up to me. An 18 year old. His hair was spiked and glossy black. His hazel eyes wide in surprise as he walks up. We shake hands and then led into the justice building to say our last goodbyes to our loved ones before we are thrust into our deaths.
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Why Me? A Hunger Games fan story
FanfictionYou are a 12 year old, tiny, purple eyed, light skinned, ash brown haired girl from district 7 who was picked for the hunger games. May the odds be ever in your favour.
