User blog:Leshawna333/8th Hunger Games

Hello All
Well,If you're reading this,you're probably hoping for a Games. Well,it's not. I'm just bored,and procrastinating,and I've noticed some things. There have been four victors from District 12. No one ever focused on the first,the one before Haymitch. So,that's kinda what I'm doing. I don't expect anyone to read this,I really am bored. But a lot of the characters are/have been/will be inspired by some users here. Not all,but a few,if you're lucky. ;) LOL,I'm so mysterious. But the names won't be used. If you're name is used,lucky you.Anyways,um,enjoy. Or not. I don't quite care.Oh,and if I get one spelling suggestion,there will be heck to pay :). Just kidding. I could care less. I appreciate it,actually.

Chapter One-The Beginning
I wake up in the morning,and almost immediately want to go back to bed. It's that horrible day. I'm glad I can remember a time without the Hunger Games. I never really appreciated the things I cherish now. I remember when District 13 was still around. I miss those days. I miss my brother. One of the first victims of the Hunger Games. He placed 8th. I was only six. He was twelve. I can still remember the sickening thud of the axe entering his head.

I quickly rise after that thought enters my head. My straight blonde hair,which I usually keep down,is frizzy. My parents are already awake. The clock in our small house above the sweet shop,which my parents run,says it's noon. I've over slept. I quickly rush down the stairs and outside. He's waiting for me.

"Hey,Lilly!"

I turn around,and Dave's running towards me. He slips on a some mud,and quickly gets up,blushing.I laugh. He finally get's over to me,and says seriously," Are you ready?"

I frown. He knows the Hunger Games are awful to me. I want the gone now,but I can't do anything about it. I reply,"As ready as I'll ever be." And we head to the square. The two hours pass quickly,and as more people gather, some older kids walk past us. "Nice pants,Davy. Even cleaner than usual!" They walk by us,laughing. I can see sadness and hurt reflected in his blue eyes. "Just let it go. Their oppinion means less than nothing."

The reapings start quickly. Salonna Wren struts up to the stage,and says loudly," Who's ready for the eighth annual Hunger Games?!"

Nobody responds,causing her to frown. Her shoulders slump,and she silently takes out the slip of paper. I have no clue whether it's from the boy's ball,or the girl's. But the answer is known when she calls out," David Emery!" Dave freezes with panic.I imagine I do the same. The boys from earlier whistle. One of them even laughs. I grab Dave's arm and bring him to the stage. I whisper in his ears," No crying." And he gets on the stage. On the way back to my spot,I punch the boy in the stomach as hard as I can. He collapses. It's the girls' turn. My eye are closed. I don't want to see Dave's face. Unfortunately,I'll be seeing a lot more of it.

"Lilly Robins!" My eyes fly open. Me? It can't be me. My parents immediately begin crying from somewhere behind me.

I quickly regain my composure and strut onto the stage. The other tributes need to know I'm not going down without a fight. Salonna looks at us,then back to the audience and says," Happy Hunger Games everybody!"

I know I won't.