The 73rd Games: A Hunger Games Fanfic [slow updates]

{1} Crystal

Crystal's pov- District 1 Tribute-to-be

Every teenager in district one was waiting for this moment.

On that day, I was wearing a ruffled blue top and a black skirt- the only time you'd see me wear a skirt, because I never felt the need to.

I've been trained to kill. It's what keeps me fighting through the tough workouts after school every day. I'm strong, I'm smart, they say I'm talented with a bow.

So why not me, why not now? I was fifteen. I was good with a bow. I could fight, much better than those my age and at the very least as good as my elders.

So why the fuck wouldn't my family let me into the game at fifteen? I didn't get it- I would be better off going in before the quarter quell.

Therefore, I had a plan- a plan to put my name up there with all the winners.

All my life, rival noble families in district one had fought to send their sons and daughters into the games.

I wanted to flip off all the others that thought I couldn't make it- who cares how many backs I need to stab? Anything to show those other families that the Sparkle clan is the best.

So this was my chance, now or never. Next year would be filled with careers trying to get in before the quarter quell began. And the quarter quell was known for being deadly. 

I tensed as Scarlett leaned into the microphone, her gloved hands prying open the paper.

I stared at the glowing hologram, not even bothering to read the name.

A girl with platinum blond hair stood up and flashed a huge grin. She had been reaped, but she wasn't scared. Of course she wasn't. In our district there was always a career ready to take your place.

In the same heartbeat, I leaped out of my seat and screamed at the top of my lungs,"I volunteer!" 

Cheers erupted a second later, though I heard profanity echoing throughout. Of course. Jealous motherfuckers.

I smirked as I walked onto the stage, flanked by peacekeepers. There was nothing in the world that could replace this feeling of revenge.

I stepped onto the stage and stared ahead.

And guess who decided to volunteer as male tribute.

Jacob.

I don't think rival would be enough to describe him. 

My hit list basically goes like this

1. Jacob

2. Jacob

3. Jacob

Yeah. And so on.

"Come on!" Scarlett crooned. "Let's all become friends, shall we?" 

Well, you couldn't someone less willing to shake hands with Jacob than me, Crystal. I shot him a look that could melt ice. He gave me a sarcastic glare. Typical him. 

He would totally pay in the arena. He was so doomed. Or maybe I was too.

When I sat myself down on the train I realized-

I think I just made one of the greatest mistakes of my life. 

And probably the last mistake I'll ever make.

I'll regret it if I die.

But then I'll be killed.

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If @delicious_cupcakes stops bugging me I'll keep writing.