This is my first Fanfiction so i'm sorry if the chapters are short or its not that good. Oh and there might be a few mistakes, I went back and fixed most of them though. So enjoy this chapter and please, please, please review!
I wake up to the sound of my mother's voice. My mother, the famous Katniss Everdeen, girl on fire, mocking jay or whatever you want to call her.
"Lora, come downstairs, right now!" she half yells.
"Coming." I say with a sigh. I walk downstairs to see her, my dad, (Of course it would only be Peeta Mellark, the boy with the bread) and Haymitch standing in front of the TV.
"Come here." My dad says. I go over there to see what they're all worked up over. What I see on TV is something I never even thought could be possible: The hunger Games are back.
On the screen President Rain is saying, "Attention citizens of Panem, due to the districts coming out of line, we need to re-enforce the rules to let everyone know that the capital is in charge, therefore we are bringing back the Hunger Games! The reaping's for each district will be held in exactly one week. Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor!"
What the hell just happened? I feel like crying so I do the only thing I can think of at the time, I go to the woods.
"Lora!" I hear my parents and Haymitch call, but they stop after they realize that I just need some alone time.
I run straight to the woods and sit on me and jacks rock. Jack is my best friend; he and I always hunt together. We've been best friends since we were three.
I sit there for a while just thinking with tears silently falling down my face, when Jack comes and sits next to me.
"So you heard the news too." He says, he sounds sad probably figuring that we both have a big risk of going into the games. Me because of my parents and him because he's my best friend and I'm sure the capital people know that somehow. Anyway, I nod my head.
"I'm gonna be the one sent in there, they are gonna rig it so that I'm the girl tribute." I say my voice trembling.
"That's what I was thinking." He says. We sit in silence for a while until I get up.
"We should get going our parents are probably worried about us." I say, after all it was almost sunset.
When I get home I find my dinner on the kitchen counter, chicken and mashed potatoes. I'm not too hungry though. I ignore the food and walk into the living room to find my mom and dad talking quietly.
"I'm going in the arena aren't I?" I ask interrupting them from their conversation.
"No you are not going into that arena; I won't let them take you." My mom says. I can see that she is holding back tears. My dad just slowly shakes his head at my mom's response.
"Why don't you have a seat." My dad says. I nod and go over to sit next to my mom. "We are going to start training you today." He says.
"On how to use a bow?" I ask.
"Yes and other things we can show you like camouflage and how to use knives and spears, maybe even show you what plants are edible and what aren't." He replies.
An few hours later I'm in the woods with my mom shooting a bow and arrow. She taught me before and I was pretty could at it, but I guess I could use some more practice. I inherited most of parent's skills, I'm great with a bow and arrow, I can cook, and I can Paint. I inherited my mom's looks, Brown hair, same figure and facial features except for my eyes which are a striking blue, like my dad's.
Throughout the week I'm learning everything I possibly can to survive the arena. Almost 12 hours each day, how ironic would it be if I didn't get reaped? I laugh at that, of course I'm going to get reaped, how entertaining would it be to watch the star-crossed lover's daughter fight for her death? The Capital is full of cruel, mean people.