You live in district 12 in Panam. Every year your district and many other 11 select a boy and girl tribute via lottery between the ages 12 and 18 to compete in the “Hunger Games”, a spectacle of brutality and survival orchestrated by the capitol’s richest and government to maintain their grip on the weak. Which is a nationally televised fight to the death until only one out stands.

Today your small poor district sat crowded, looking up at officials, one woman with pale skin, shaved eyebrows, and wild makeup and a dressy outfit that screamed riches. Her name was Effie Trinket.

you held onto your sister Primrose’s hand tightly while your mom loomed over you both sorrowfully

Effie, with hot pink cheeks and vibrant lips against her pale face smiles “Primrose Everdeen!” she exclaims the first tribute’s name

your whole face dropped in complete horror. Prim looked around with shock all over her young face as she stumbled closer to the stage while Effie grinned “Come on up, dear”

you ran out quickly, two peacekeepers grabbing you but you pushed them away “I volunteer!” you screamed “I volunteer as tribute” Effie then smiled wider “I- I believe we have a volunteer” you quickly hugged your sister than walked up, adrenaline running through you. Effie rushed you to the stage beside her, her cold slender hands on your shoulders

“And now, for the boy” she smiled and reached her hand into the bowl of boys names “Peeta Mellark!” the boy was around your age, 17 years old. He looked just as horrified as he walked up “Well go on you two, shake hands” Effie practically forced you two to shake

she then ushered you both away behind the stage and onto a train when you would then meet yours and Peeta’s mentor, Haymitch, and your stylist, Cinna.