Hunger Games Begin Novels & Stories

James’s voice sharpened, unused to my coldness. Anger crept into his tone. “You have things to do? What things? You stay home all day. You don’t work or earn a dime! Don’t forget, if it weren’t for me marrying you, do you really think you’d be living such a comfortable life?” He was right. Without marrying him, I wouldn’t be living as a wealthy wife. However, he also forgot that this wasn’t the life I ever wanted. Back then, I had just graduated from college. The director of the orphanage that raised me told me that the land was being taken by the government and that it would soon be torn down. If we couldn’t find a sponsor, the younger children would be left homeless.

My mind calmed reason and logic won over rage. “Enough,” I yelled across the bloody battlefield. All eyes were on me as my voice resonated with each of them. “Take a knee and pledge yourself again to Father and Mother, and I will spare you. If you continue with this rebellion, I will end you.” I searched for Michael and spotted him across the battlefield. I locked my eyes with his. He was covered in the blood of his brothers and sisters. He nodded at me and urged me to continue. At least 300 fallen from our swords and with at least another few hundred still standing. The savagery of what we did to these fallen would burn into our very souls. Their broken and bloody bodies laying there torn a

I can escape. That bit of information reinvigorated me enough to finish polishing the floors before finally being escorted to the Tributes chambers. I collapsed into my bed, only to be forced out of it a few hours later—beginning the day of the banquet. All morning I dash from clothes lines to wash buckets; cleaning the last bits of curtain and cloth until the sun sets and the skies light up in brilliant reds and deep purples. Still unable to quit, I finish the laundry and briefly dust off my clothes before rushing to the banquet hall; where I bow and greet the quests beginning to flood the door.