Hey There! Thanks everyone who is reading this. I love writing and have been wanting to write a Hunger Games Fan Fiction for a long time. Any tips for the story or criticism will be greatly appreciated.
Chapter 1:
[Jaden McKenzie]
I toss and turn as I try to hold on to the warm feeling of the final moments in my dream. I fail, and sit up as I gain control of my breathing. I hear a buzz of a T.V. and look over. It is on and is about to announce what will be the 9th Quarter Quell. Even better, having kids fight to the death but make them have a new twist to make their lives even worse. The thought sickens me. I look on screen, seeing President Cascade on stage in front of a glass podium. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I am glad to pronounce the Quarter Quell!" she exclaims. It is sad that she doesn't know or care that people like us are force to worry about our kids or be worried ourselves. Only two more years until I am out. "Now the Quarter Quell stipulation is…" A long pause, "The escort of each district will draw a gender, and when that person is called, he or she will have to choose who they will have from the other gender accompany them in the arena as the other tribute." That must be heartbreaking for some people, deciding if they want to choose friends, strangers, or even enemies to join them. I don't know who I will choose to join me and hope I don't ever have to decide.
[Emby Reinheart]
I splash the water outside my house into my face as I cool off, worried about reaping day. I don't know why I worry, because the chances are astronomical I will be chosen, but I am worried that since most of my friends apply for tessare. This means that they might be chosen, and I don't know what I would do. I look around in a pile of clothes hoping to find something that would look decent to wear during the reaping day. This blue dress will do, I think. I especially love the white silk laces on the bottom. "Emby, you awake?" My father calls. "Yes, I will be down in a second." I reply. I head down, emotionless and expressionless as my father looks at me. "You look just like your mother…." He trails of. "Thanks," It is the only word I can mutter as I walk out the door without looking back as my father. I have made my decision, If my friends are chosen, I will take their spot, just like my mother did before her game.