"No, please!" The girl from 6 cried.
She was 16 years old and volunteered for the games so her sister doesn't have to.
"Let's end her." The career smiled.
The girl tried to ran but the career, went from behind her and grabbed her by her hair.
He slowly began to make a cut on her throat as she began to scream. However, the scream began to disappear with blood spreading down her neck.
The career guy then, threw her on the ground. The girl was now lying in pain and crying. The blood was now all over her shirt and the grass.
Soon her canon sounded and she never breathed again.

...

I woke up all sweating, knowing that I had that nightmare again. Unfortunately, it wasn't just a dream. It was something that actually happened.
When I was 12 my sister volunteered after I got picked for 298th Hunger Games. But she wasn't skilled enough to win. She didn't know how to fight, she knew a little about survival skills. She got killed on the third day.

Now, I'm 14 and today is the reaping for 300th Hunger Games. The chances of me getting picked again are now bigger than ever. Because of the 12th Quarter Quel, only people who someone volunteered for in the past can get picked. It means that I can. My parents had been freaking out but I didn't. I'm not afraid of death.

I went out of my house and breathed the District 6 dirty air.
I got to the reaping and stand in the middle of other 14 year old girls.
There aren't many names in the bowl this year but still there are some.
Two victors entered the stage, Almora and Damian. Almora was addicted to morphine after his games that happened a 7 years ago.
While Damian, he was the example of a District 6 victor who is not a morphing, which is a rare thing to do. He won a year ago so maybe he didn't have enough time.

The Capitol lady after a small talk walked up to the bowl with girls.

"Violet Berry!"

I heard correctly. My name was again said to the microphone. Again I started walking to the stage along with peacekeepers. However no one was shouting my name and no one was volunteering.

"Amazing!"
I was standing with all of these eyes on me. Why wasn't I scared?
"Now for the boys,"
I wonder who will company me during this tour to nowhere.

"Micah Ashton!"
A tall black haired boy started walking to the stage.
Why him?

Micah Ashton. Brother of Damian Ashton who volunteered for him when he was 15. Now he is known for being the brother of the victor.
God, I hate him. This guy knows nothing about grief or death. He shouldn't be even in the reaping bowl.

"Violet and Micah will represent District 6 on the 300th Hunger Games, may the odds be ever in your favour."

...

I said goodbye to my parents and as soon as we got the train, I realized how serious everything is. That I might be dead in few days.

Micah was sitting right next to me.
I could smell his nice perfume from his white shirt. He is rich after his brother won the games.
"Hey." He said to me.
I roll my eyes and don't answer.
"Look, I know that it's not the best time but-"
"But what?" I cut him off. He didn't expect such an aggressive answer from me.
"Hello, you two." Damian comes along with Almora.
I have never met them in person, I fixed my hair and pretend like I wasn't talking with Micah.
I could see tears in Damian's eyes as he held Micah hand.

That's when it hit me. I am going to lose because of that guy. Damian is for sure going to foucs on Micah and I am going to be left in the back. No, I can't let that happen.

"So what are your strong sides?" He asked.
"Micah, I know that you can use a bow."
I wonder where he learned that.
"And you Violet?"
"I can throw knives." I answered.
"Alright, that's a useful ability. What about survival, anyone?"
"I know a lot." I say before Micah gets to.
"How? District 6 doesn't have much plants in it." Damian questioned.
"My mum thought me."
"Alright, so here is what the next days are going to look like," He started.
"After we arrive to the Capitol, there's going be a parade. It's your first impression so don't mess it up.
Then the training where you show your skills, the gamemakers are going to watch it and in the end at the performance, give you points. The last part is the interview where you show off your personality."

After some talking the day passed and we went to our rooms. All I wanted was a rest but Micah stopped me on my way.
"Violet, do you think we can..."
"No, we can't." I told him.
"Why?"
"Look, I'm not feeling like dieing just because your brother wants you to survive more than me."
"What are you talking about?"
"That I could end up with anyone here but I ended up with a guy that has no idea how is it when someone dies for you."
He didn't know what to say and I walked away to my room.