Gale Hawthorne's Story

Ashley made her way to the other girls her age, all of them anxiously awaiting their fate. Her attire was far more glamorous compared to them since her family was a lot richer than most of the people in District 12 combined. She smiles at her peers, they wont catch her nervousness. Truth is, she's extremely scared of what's to come. Being in the Hunger Games has always been her worst fear, next to being poor. She watches as Effie Trinket, unusually elegant, begins her usual speech on the Games. Then she begins to pull names, "Ladies first!" Ashley watches, unaware of everything else but the bowl with her name in there 6 times. Effie stirs it around, and picks up a strip of paper. She walks back to the microphone, and slowly announces who was drawn.

"Ashley Adams!" says Effie cheerfully. Tiny gasps escape the mouths of people. Ashley was the local sweetheart, everyone knew who she was and pitied her. She took a deep breath and walked slowly to the stage. It seemed like ages, as her mind spun. She couldn't be the tribute, she couldn't. There were girl's with names about 40 times, yet her name was picked. Why was this happening? She quickly recovered as she stepped onto the stage, and turned to face the crowd. They all longingly looked at her, felt sorry for her. She flashed a smile, to let them know it was all right. She watched as Gale, one of the boys from the Seam was called. She shook his hand, and looked at him with her deep blue eyes, hopefully stirring something in him. They were then escorted to the justice building. Ashley had to do something to be remembered. She quickly blew a kiss to the camera, hoping to stir some sponsors and win over the crowd. The game started now, and she had to do whatever she had to do to win.