Chapter 1
The Reaping doesn't scare me. For a lot of people it keeps them up at night and they dread the day, but not me. Some people train there whole lives for it and are so positive there going to win, until they don't. I know some people who come up with a clever plan for if there Reaped, but if I'm Reaped I'll come up with something on the spot, I'm good at that. I might worry about it one day when my little sister will be old enough, but she's only 7, so for now I don't need to worry.
I wake up to the soft patter of rain on the roof and the sound of Genevieve hopelessly trying to fix the dripping hole in the roof. I get out of beds and pull on my clothes for work. In district 7 your required to work in the forest when you reach the age of 15. Since I'm 17 I've been helping supply the Capital with lumber for 2 years now. Ugh the Capital. Even the thought of them makes me sick. I sit on the side of the bed a slip on my boots. On my way out I stop and pull my long brown hair in to a ponytail. You could say I'm pretty in a plain kind of way. I have chocolate-brown hair, which falls to the small of my back and hazel eyes. I'm wearing a tank top that shows of my slim body and muscular arms, from chopping down trees all day. I slip out the door careful not to wake up my little sister, and run to the woods.
When I get there my boss, Bruno confronts me "Your late again Mason"
Bruno is probably in his 50's but he's still super strong and active. Everyone knows not to mess with him, he is a no-nonsense man.
If it was anyone but him I would argue but instead I just mumble "Sorry sir" I then go and grab my favorite ax and get to work.
Cutting down trees is hard work but you get used to it after 2 years.
After awhile my best friend Ian comes up and starts working by me. "Hey Joey"
"How many times have I told u not to call me that?" I reply without even looking at him.
"How many times have I called you it?"
"About a million"
"About a million then" he answers with a smile.
I just shake my head and continue working. Ian has been my best friend since we started working together 2 years ago, when I was 15 and he was 16. He's tall with shaggy blond hair and muscular arms from working with an ax for 3 years. He's the only one who gets me, he's the only one I have. My mom left my dad when I was 13 and my little sister was 1. I haven't seen her since. I guess we weren't good enough for her. My little sister Mia doesn't even remember her, but I remember clearly the day she left. She said she was going out for the day and she just never came back. We later found a note from her telling us she was leaving. My father was miserable for a while, but then he met Genevieve, my stepmother.I hate her. I hate her and her perfect twins and the perfect life her and my father has without me. I hated that she could make my father forget about my mother and me. Ever since Genevieve and her twins Mayflower and Sebastian came into are lives Mia and I suddenly aren't good enough. Sure the twins and Genevieve were nice enough, but I wasn't. I refused to let them into my life. My father told me I was being selfish, but I think he was. He gave up our quiet life with us for the "perfect" life with Genevieve. A few days after they met, they packed in and moved into our house and it hasn't been the same ever since. I haven't been the same ever since.
Sorry I know its short I'll try to make the next one longer. Please tell me what you think!
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