The careers

In the ruins of a place once known as North America lies the nation of Panem, a shining Capitol surrounded by twelve outlying districts. The Capitol is harsh and cruel and keeps the districts in line by forcing them all to send a boy and a girl between the ages of twelve and eighteen to participate in the annual Hunger Games, a fight to the death on live tv Sixteen year old Larah Thors regards it as a death sentence when she volunteers to take her boyfriends sister place in the Hunger Games and her boyfriend,Cato, gets chosen aswell. Fighting for both Cato and Larah is second nature. They are natural contenders being from district 2. Things may crumble when both Cato and Larah fight to keep each other alive. And to save the other they must sacrifice their own life. But to save him she will have to make choices that weigh survival against humanity and life against love. There can only be one winner


2. Fears

I awoke early the next morning with little sleep. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't seem to fall asleep. Today was the reaping. My jet-black cat, Shayla, was sleeping on my chest. I could feel her claws digging into my skin. My mother was still asleep across the hall in her room. And this was one of the only days I would see my father in the morning. Today, everyone was excused from school or work or whatever it is that they had to do. My door creaked open and I could hear Shayla paws padding on the ground outside of my room. I hadn't even noticed her getting up. I was getting restless and I couldn't stay inside anymore. I changed into a black and white tracksuit and headed outside. I walked over to the far side of my yard and grabbed six sharp pointed knives. The targets were around fifteen metres away from where I stood. I got them easily in the centre. One after the other. Throw after throw. Aim after aim. It was around midday when I stopped. I walked inside to get changed for the reaping. On my bed lay a simple white dress. I fell just above my knees and wrapped around my neck. I had a pair of white flats in my cupboard that I thought would go well with it. My mother walked in and started doing my hair. She grabbed her curler and curled my hair. The waves came to about my chest. "You look beautiful," my mother whispered stroking my hair. I never realised how hard this must be for her. The chance of having her only child go into an arena to either get killed or kill. "Thankyou," I replied. She looked at me then walked downstairs into the kitchen. I heard the kettle boil so she was probably making a cup of tea. By noon I was scared to death. We arrived at the town square along with everyone else. District 2s mayor and the victors were up on the podium where a woman stood with two large glass bowls that held slips of paper with my name on them. Cameras were everywhere wanting to catch all the action. They were on the rooftops, the stage and the ground. The girls all stood in a line behind a table of peacekeepers who were checking everyone in. I stood behind a girl with sandy blonde piggytails and pale skin. Suddenly I realised who it was. "Callie," I said. She turned around and looked at me with the most scared look on her face ever. "It'll be okay," I said hugging her. "I won't let you go into the arena," I told her. A small smile appeared on her face but dissapeared when it was her turn to get checked in. She waited for me to be checked in before she headed off to her section. I walked over to her and led her to the front of the girls section where she was to stand. "It'll be okay," I called out to her as she got lost in the crowd. I went and stood where I was suppossed to next to Clove and Lotus. Once everyone was in place and had fallen silent the capitol woman walked up to the microphone and began to speak.

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