Authors Notes

Hello everybody this is my first Fanfiction so be kind when reviewing!

Disclaimer:

Me: Hello everybody this is my story and I own everything!

Emmett: No you don't!

Me: Okay, I don't own Twilight or The Hunger Games, Stephenie Meyer and Suzanne Collins do (sadly... sigh)!

Emmett: Good, but now you have to eat your sock!

Me: Egh... No way!

Emmett: Ha Ha... just kidding!

The Reaping

2010

Bella P.O.V

His golden eyes bore into mine, radiating pure love and affection. I new my eyes held the same emotions. He leaned in as if to kiss me, but then he was gone and without his support I fell into the darkness. In that darkness, I saw a pair of glowing blood-red eyes staring at me and a ice-cold hand curl around my throat.

I woke up screaming in bone-chilling fear. It took a few minutes to know what had happened. I tore of my quilt and jumped out of bed and looked around my empty apartment. It had been 5 years since they had left me. Since the world went crazy.

Five years ago an uprising began against the Capitol who were in power at the time. The Capitol won and in punishment District Thirteen, which includes Florida, was destroyed killing my mother, her husband, and everyone around Arizona. Now, because of them, the Hunger Games began. Two tributes from each district were picked and taken to a arena to fight to the death with twenty two other tributes. Twenty four go in and only one comes back out... alive.

Today was the day of the Reaping, the day were two people were sentenced to death and taken to the Capitol. Upon waking up I had thrown my quilt off. I quickly retrieved it though it didn't matter, its not like I can get back to sleep. The Reaping started at two so try to sleep in... if you can. I walked to the bathroom of my apartment and splashed water onto my face. I then put on a pair of washed down jeans and a white blouse. You had to dress nice for the Reaping cause you never know who is going next.

I walked quickly too the square, even though is was early already a crowd had gathered. I stood there, thinking about them and wondered if their names were put forward for the Reaping. Probably not, Alice would have 'seen' what had happened when the uprising began.

My thought were distracted by the familiar voice of Effie Trinket, who wore her standard pink wig and bright clothes. I heard her go on and on about the Games but it didn't matter.

"and may the odds be ever in your favor Now men first"She walked other to one of the big, glass balls that contained slips of paper with our names on it. I attention was with the other ball.

Somewhere in there was a slip of paper with my name on it, I thought.

"Luke Smith" I heard, somewhere in the crowd, a tearful cry from a mother as her boy walked to his death. I saw that he was well built and had bright blonde hair. But again my attention was brought to the ball the Effie was now standing by.

"Now ladies" I saw her fuss around for a bit then she straightened out and read.

"Angela Weber"

Somewhere far away, I hear the crowd murmuring unhappily, as they always do when someone young gets chosen, because no one thinks that's fair. And then I see her, the blood drained out of her face, hands clenched into fists at her sides, walking with stiff, small steps towards the stage.

"Angela!" The strangled cry comes from my throat, and my muscles began to move again. " Angela!" I don't need to shove through the crowd. The other kids make way immediately, knowing how much Angela means to me, knowing my sanity is only here because of her, knowing that she was the one to help me when the Cullen's moved away. They move, allowing me a straight path to the stage. I reach her as she is about to mount the steps. With one sweep of my arm, I push her behind me.

" I volunteer!" I gasp. " I volunteer as tribute!"

Hello again, so Bella volunteers to save Angela. So how do you like it!

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