H2o just add Hunger Games

The tributes

Every district has one person going into the arena, it could be a boy or a girl.

District 12:

"Happy Hunger Games everyone." a women with red hair said. "Today, we are going to pick one lucky person to go into the arena." I looked at her disgusting. How could anyone like this. It's all about murdering people. I thought. The woman then grabbed a piece of paper out of a glass bowl. "And our lucky person is... Rikki Chadwick." What! I thought, just before I was pushed towards the stage. "Here we have our chosen one from District 12!"

District 11:

"Happy Hunger Games." a man with blue hair said. Today, we are going to pick one lucky person to go into the arena. Please, let it be someone else and not me or Elliot. Was my final thought before the man grabbed a name. "And our lucky person is... Elliot Gilbert." he announced. "No!" I yelled and I run forward. "I volunteer. I volunteer as tribute." "Emma no!" Elliot screamed, but he was dragged away by some guards. "Okay. It's settled then. What is your name young lady." he asked. "My name is Emma, Emma Gilbert." The man then turned around and said: "Here we have our chosen one from District 11!"

District 10

"Happy Hunger Games." a woman with pink hair said. Today, we are going to pick one lucky person to go into the arena. "Please, I don't want to go." I begged softly and I looked around. Almost everyone near me looked terrified. "And our lucky person is... Cleo Setori." "No, not her!" I heard my dad yelling. I stepped forward and looked around. I saw my little sister laughing and I thought: How can she laugh about this. Doesn't she even care about me. "Here we have our chosen one from District 10!"

District 9

"Happy Hunger Games." a man with green hair said. Today, we are going to pick one lucky person to go into the arena. Not me, not me. I thought when the man grabbed a piece of paper. "Isabella Hartley." Of course. I thought and I walked to the stage. "Here, we have our chosen one from District 9!"

District 8

"Happy Hunger Games." a woman with orange hair said. Today, we are going to pick one lucky person to go into the arena. I looked around and thought: Who is it going to be? "Lewis McCartney." the woman announced. "Crab." I said and I walked forward. "Here, we have our chosen one from District 8!"

District 7

"Happy Hunger Games." a man with yellow hair said. Today, we are going to pick one lucky person to go into the arena. I can't wait untill I can get back to my horses. I thought when the man grabbed the name and said: "Ash Dove." Are they kidding me. I thought and I walked forward. "Here we have our chosen one from District 7!"

District 6

"Happy Hunger Games." a woman with purple hair said. Today, we are going to pick one lucky person to go into the arena. Not me. I thought. It was bad enough to see Sophie doing this last year and I'm sure I can't win the same way she did. The woman grabbed a piece of paper and said: "Will Benjamin." They did this on purpose. I thought and I walked forward. "Here we have our chosen one from District 6!"

District 5

"Happy Hunger Games." a man with silver hair said. Today, we are going to pick one lucky person to go into the arena. I'm sure they don't pick me. I thought relaxing. The man grabbed some paper and read aloud: "Byron Ostow." Okay, things happen for a reason. I thought and I walked to the stage. "Here we have our chosen one from District 5!"

District 4

"Happy Hunger Games." a woman with gold hair said. Today, we are going to pick one lucky person to go into the arena. "Please pick me." I said softly and I gained some strange looks from people around me. What. I thought. I want to die anyway, since no one cares about me and this way, I can kill some other people to. "Charlotte Watsford." the woman suddenly announced. "Yes!" I shouted and I ran towards the stage. "You're happy." she says and then announced. "Here we have our chosen one from District 4!"

District 3

"Happy Hunger Games." a man with white hair said. Today, we are going to pick one lucky person to go into the arena. Pick me. I'm the only one hot enough to win. I thought when the man announced: "Nate Turner." "Oh yeah." I said and I walked to the stage. "Here we have our chosen one from District 3!"

District 2

"Happy Hunger Games." a woman with brown hair said. Today, we are going to pick one lucky person to go into the arena. "It better be me." I said loud, causing some people to look mad at me. I gave them my usual loser look and I turned my attention back to the stage. "Miriam Kent." was the name that was announced. "Cool." I said and I walked as elegant as I could to the stage. "Here we have our chosen one from District 2!"

District 1

"Happy Hunger Games." a man who was bold said. Today, we are going to pick one lucky person to go into the arena. If it isn't me, I have to volunteer. Otherwise, my dad is going to kill me. I thought when the name was read aloud. "Allyson Jacobs." "I volunteer." I said and I walked forwards. Was it me, or did Allyson looked relieved that she didn't have to go. I can't blame her. I thought. "Okay, what's your name?" "Zane Bennet." I answered. "Are you the son of Harrison Bennet?" the man asked. "Yes." I said. "Here we have our chosen one from District 1!"