Waking up with a start, I quickly climbed out of my hiding spot and down to the ground. I ruffled through a dumpster looking for something nice to wear. I found an old dress that was glittery gold and I rolled off the sleeves and trimmed it so the owner wouldn't recognize it. Putting it on quickly and running through district 8 I realized I was starving. I stole some bread and kept running. Eating furiously I finally arrived to the reaping. I got in line and told the peacekeepers my name. "Eliza Sterning." Walked to the 13 year old female section and waited. The stupid looking escort walked onto stage and said some crap about the Capitol and finally got to the chase. She picked the one name out of the bowl. I really hoped it wasn't me. Just because I was poor and a nuisance to a lot of people didn't mean I should have to go to the hunger games. She opened the envelope and read the name. "Eliza Sterning" my heart stopped. Why me?
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The 25th Hunger Game
FanfictionYou all know the story of how Katniss saved the day. But 50 years ago there was no savior and the first quarter quell was about to commence.
