The 68th Annual Hunger Games

I sit on top of my house, hating the stupid bird chirping in my ear.

I'm Johanna and I'm not the happiest camper right now. Well I'm usually not but I'm still angry.

The 68th annual hunger games comes next week but I'm not worried! I'm 17 my chances would be high but, I'm a transfer from the Capitol. they wouldn't kill me if I came from there.

Anyways If you wanna know about me here's your chance. I'm not very friendly. In fact I only have one friend. Vanessa. I live in district 7. I have short brown hair and everything else is normal. There's just one more thing. I build up anger fairly easy.

I heard footsteps coming my way. I peeked my head up, like a curious prairie dog. I'm not scared easily. Vanessa poked her up on the roof.

"Hey Hannah!" She yelped excitedly. "Please don't call me that," I complained "Why are you so happy? There's usually nothing to be happy about."

"Not true!", she blurted "Cause my mom got bread and made muffins!"

"Oh my god van! Your the best!" I practically yelled as she flung the basket on the roof. District 7 is one of the more wealthier districts but I'm poor.

I dig my hands into the basket searching for the muffins. "There's none in here!" I said disappointedly.

"I snacked a little on the way over here! But I have a whole basket for you! Here you go!" she said handing me the basket.

We sat there in silence for the next hour only bringing up the hunger games every once or twice. The gloom washed over us like a water fall. Then she said she had to go home as she descended the small latter. She ran into the town away from my shack hidden in the woods.

I slept there that night and every night until the day before the reaping.

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Short chapter but I hope you guys like the beginning to my new story! Check out my other story call Floor 62. It's about zombies and stuff so ya! Like, comment, vote, follow, and share!

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-JettSwanson