:The Hunger Games:

{Your Typical Mary-Sue, I Win Everything Story}

Mary Sues ALWAYS Wins! Especially In The Hunger Games!

Hello, hello! This is a 'parody' of the Hunger Games. And it will be starring...a Mary Sue! Yes, yes! Alright, on with the story!

Also, I'm not using my best writing here. This isn't how I write. I'm attempting to write like a girl who has just begun writing on the internet. It will have plenty of messed-up phrases and the overuse of the phrase: "He's so hot!" Also very shallow speech and too many punctuational marks. And text talk! Definitely text talk.

TL;DR?: This is a messed-up story where I poke fun of Mary Sues with: proper grammar to some extent and no text-talk.

Chapter One:

Being Chosen, Oh Noes!

"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! It's the reapings today!" I said. I was happy and I wasn't happy at the same time. I mean—we have to kill people! But watching it on TV! It looked really fun!

Oh, by the way, I'm Butterfly Lila Mockingjay Morgans. I go by Butter, but I'm often called Butterfly but other people. Such a cute name! I love my name! I come from this place called the Seam. I live in District 12 with my BFF for life: Katniss Everdeen! IKR? I'm so awesome to be friends with her! YAYS!

Okay, so I'm seventeen this year. I'm the same age as Gale Hawthorne. He's so hot! Oh my gosh, like I'm going to die! He's so hot! I LOVE HIM! I'm pretty sure he has feelings for me too. I'm one of the prettiest girls, like, EVER. So obviously he would think I'm cute too. Tee-hee!

Anyways: I'm Butterfly Lila Mockingjay Morgans, if I haven't mentioned it. I'm named after a beautiful creature called: Butterflies. Yep. My mom was right to name me that because I AM beautiful. Also, I'm named after another beautiful creature called a mockingjay! They're awesome singers! My mom was also right to name me this because I'm an awesome singer! I'm as awesome as Katniss! But I'm pretty sure I'm better—JUST SAYING.

So I live with my mom and dad and my nine siblings. I'm the oldest in my family. I have five younger brothers and four younger sisters.

Because I have so many siblings, I hunt every single day. I NEVER get caught because I'm just so skilled and amazing. Well...actually, I was caught ONCE. This peacekeeper...I can't remember his name. Anyways: so he saw me hunt and it was so totally awesome that he let me go because he was amazed with my skills. I can get away from EVERYTHING!

I'm SO awesome! I'm the greatest person in the WORLD! All of Panem would respect me, I KNOW THEY WILL!

So I walked down the street with my freshly killed prey in hand. A doe, and a coyote! I know, I'm so skilled. I caught it all by myself! I waved at some peacekeepers as I walked pass. Nobody stopped me. And I had prey in hand. Gale and Katniss always had to hide it, but I didn't just because I was so dazzling that they forgot to look at the prey in my hands.

Oh yeah! I have super long amazing black hair. My skin is olive and my eyes change colours with my mood. But they're mainly brown. I have a perfect figure. I'm never too skinny and bony because I hunt (I mainly hunt with a spear) and I never fat because this is District 12. DUH!

So my mom and dad were at the mines and I was screaming because it was the reapings.

"Oh my gosh! I have to look awesome!" I cried. "I need my makeup! Kitty! Get me my makeup case! Gale is going to be there! Ah!"

This year was the 73rd annual Hunger Games. Basically, the Hunger Games are when they throw twenty four children from the age twelve to eighteen in the arena and they fight to death on reality TV. It's actually really fun to watch. But I felt really bad for those kids...

LIKE OMG! But I really want to be picked...

So I finally got dressed in this super awesome white dress and I put on my makeup. I looked AMAZING! Of course, then I helped my siblings dress for this event. We would be on TV! We had to look like the beautiful and perfect family that we were!

So I signed up for SO MUCH tesserae! My siblings didn't need to sign up for ANY. GR! And half my siblings aren't even old enough for the Games too!

So we entered the square one by one. EVERYONE, and I mean EVERYONE turned and stared at us! I saw a lot of guys looking at me THAT WAY and I smiled. I LOVED being looked like that because I knew I was amazing hot and beautiful and I could sing and play instruments and do all kinds of things. My eyes turned purple because I felt amazing and sexy and awesome.

AND THEN! LIKE OMG! Gale caught my eye and winked! I saw Katniss looking the other way because she was jealous of our relationship. I saw a bunch of slutty girls glaring at us. Losers. They didn't know that Gale and I were MEANT to be!

And then out Capitol attendant, Effie Trinket, started the reapings. "Ladies first!" she said. Then she stuck her hand in the ball.

There was silence. But I was on my toes, eagerly hoping my name was drawn.

"Butterfly..." My first name! "...Lila..." My middle name! "...Morgans!"

Oh no! That wasn't me! That was my other sister! She goes by Lila, by the way. And she's much LESS prettier than ME! I was so mad!

Lila clenched her fist and started to walk. But then I was struck with a brilliant idea!

"I volunteer!" I called. "I volunteer for the Hunger Games!" I was about to say 'honour of the Hunger Games' but I didn't because people would hate me and I didn't want people to hate me because of that silly thing.

"A volunteer!" Effie cried. "You name is?"

"Butterfly Lila Mockingjay Morgans!" I stated proudly. There was a moment of confusion because our names were almost exact until I said, "I'm Lila's older sister!"

"Wonderful!" Effie said. "And our male tribute is...Quinlar Walter!"

I groaned. Quinlar wasn't a hot tribute! I wished that it was Gale! But I looked his way and he looked relieved that he wasn't chosen. I scowled. Our relationship was over! He was clearly a coward!

The mayor then began some speech about something, but no one was paying attention to him because they were all staring at me. Some were crying because they loved me. I mean, I'm like, SUPER awesome? Who wouldn't be sad? Even those jealous slutty girls looked sorry and sad for me!

Being chosen as tribute was the BEST thing EVER.

Being chosen wasn't a big: oh no! It was awesome! I was getting SO MUCH attention! I wondered if some guys would make out with me when we were going to say our goodbyes.

I sighed dreamily. That would be awesome! I knew it was probably going to happen! I was so pretty and hot and perfect! Which guy wouldn't want to make out with me?

I was still thinking about this when the peacekeepers marched us to the Justice Building.