The Youngest Victor

Part One

Chapter 1

Reaping and Prep

I run off the platform, I run away from the other tributes. Darkness. I am on the ground Rose is on top of me, I shove her away, I sprint half way up a tree, I found my refuge, I lost Rose... I am safe... For now...

I jolt stair up in my bed in a sitting position. I look at my face, my light brown hair looks like monsters had a party in my hair. I hear footsteps. Clink, clink. I turn to see my mother standing in the door way, she's already in her reaping dress, she holds a bundle for me, "my dress" I whisper. She nods, this is my first year to be eligible for the hunger games. I quickly get ready, I look at my self in the mirror I think to myself, you look so weak. My mother places a locket with a Diamond in the middle. I walk, I see peacekeepers, pricking people with needles I hold my breath, it's over. I go to stand by Libby Cadet my best friend in the whole world. I would even volunteer for her, she's like my sister to me. "Well well." Nicolle begins. "Boys first." she carefully selects a slip from the round bowl. "Peter Johansen!" She shouts into the microphone. I look to the boys, a tall muscular boy stands and walks up to Nicolle, he smiles like he's been waiting for this his whole life. I am terrified. Nicolle stands by the large bowl that has my name in it one time. I close my eyes, she says the name of the female tribute. My heart sinks. "Tiffany Dodds!" She shouts, I force my knees to let me stand. I walk up, I stare at Nicolle. "Well" she shouts, "our district 1 tribute"s. I will die I tell my self, I can't survive.Not the Hunger Games.

We walk to the justice building, my heart is racing, I am sent into a room with one small window, plain furnishings, the door opens I see my mom I sob into her arm, "I love you" I murmur. "I love you too" she whispers in my ear, "you can win." "No," I say, "just promise me one thing..." She adds, "What?" I sob my eyes red. "Just don't die." She chokes out the last word as she's taken from my room, I tell my self that will be the last time I see my mom. I cry into the chair, I hear doors opening, they are taking me to the train I tell myself, but someone is standing there, Libby, I run to her, "I I can't win" I tell her. She pulls a charm from her bracelet without saying a word she hands it to me, I open my hand I see the gem, I recognize it immediately we made this together six years ago, when life was perfect, I look at her, she nods. She is about to say something but the peace keepers drag her from my room. I stand, I board the train, where our mentors are and Nicolle is waiting for me. I run to my room, I fall asleep crying wondering, why, how could I be here? I cry myself to sleep.

I walk off the train, I see people with beaming smiles, I try to muster one my self, I walk up to we're I will stay until the games begin I tell my self, try at least try. We go to the first floor, I walk into my room. I am startled to see to peace keepers standing there waiting for me, "Come with us were here to take you to you're stylist." one of the men say, I nod unable to say anything, the walk me to a room were Capitol people wax me and clean me until they approve me of meeting my stylist, I see her I know her she is in charge of the District one tributes, her name is Asher Lee... She smiles kindly at me as she nods and holds up the prettiest dress I've ever seen, it is silk short and to my knee, it has gems like I've never seen, the glow there's a chunk of a diamond in the middle. I stare at it before she slides it over my head, I step into pumps, I nearly fall over, I am shocked I look into the mirror, hours have past but it feels like minutes, I see a girl in the mirror but I don't recognize her, but I know it has to be me, I am terrified.

I climb into the chariot, I stand next to Peter, surely he has to be six foot, and here I am four foot tall, we ride out, I try to smile and wave to everyone, I can see I know to survive I will have to count on sponsors, Peter stands there is no smile I look at him for a moment he doesn't need sponsors, I think he could snap me in half easily if he wanted to. I continue to wave, we come to a stop, President Snow gives a boring speech, I don't pay attention to what he says. Peter is staring at the other tributes, he is choosing who his targets are. I tell myself. I can't do this to my mom.

I run to my room after grabbing an apple, I lie awake in my bed for what feels like hours, I will fight for my life...