The Odds Were Never In My Favour {Archived}

{Chapter 1}

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Hey guys, just letting you know that this is a Fan Fiction I wrote ages ago and only recently decided to put up. I've pretty much lost interest in it, but if I get a lot of people wanting updates I might consider writing more.

Criticism is welcome, and remember to fan and comment :D

Enjoy ♥

{I do not own The Hunger Games or the cover image, which I simply edited and take no credit for it's characters or images}

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{Chapter 1}

An eerie silence washes over the crowd as Nalah Hannings rises from her seat on the stage and strides towards the microphone. "Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favour!" she shrills in her painful Capitol accent. "Ladies first!"

I scowl and focus my attention on the large screens surrounding the square and catch a glimps of myself as the camera glances over the potential male tributes. The Mothers and Fathers towards the back of the crowd's faces are filled with worry and hate as the pray their children's names are not picked.

Somewhere among them with similar expressions will be my Mother and younger brother, just as sick with worry as the rest of them.

I look up when Nalah clears her throat and digs her hand into the reaping ball, fishing around the bottom for the slip of paper that will cause many people to lose who they love dearly. It's bad enough that every year we have to send off two tributes, one male and one female like lambs for slaughter but this year being the Quarter Quell we have to send double the amount of children.

"Ladies and Gentlemen the first female tribute for this years 50th Hunger Games is...Maysilee Donner!"

I hear a few people gasp and start sobbing but refuse to turn around and look at the tribute who no doubt will be dead within a few weeks. My attention goes to my shoes as she stumbles up to the stage.

Poor girl. I think to myself, her name doesn't sound familiar so she can't be from the seam, therefore must be a spoilt town child who won't have a clue what hunger and sickness feels like. She doesn't stand a chance.

"Now for the second female tribute!" Nalah's voice is so painful and high pitched I want to scream at her to just shut up and speak properly. Surely the babies in the capitol don't start out speaking in such a ridiculous manor, it has to be on purpose.

"And the last female tribute is...Sarah Reagin!" More gasps and strangled cries escape people's mouths as the second female tribute's name is called. I swallow hard and force myself to look at anything but the stage and the two girls who will soon be dead.

"Now for the boy's" Why does she always have to sound so happy? The usual feeling of nausea washes through me as the possibility of my name being called arises. Everyone becomes so silent you can hear the rustle of the slips as Nahlah searches for yet another person to slaughter.

"And the first male tribute is... Haymitch Albernathy!"

Shit!

I take a shallow breath and make my way towards the stage, the crowd making a perfect path for me. I sneak a glance at the people around me, their faces filled with sympathy as they pat me on the back or whisper luck to me and then immediately I fix my gaze back to my shoes and the gritty ground I walk on.