A Twisted Fairytale: Chpt 1
A.N.
Hey everyone. Umm, this is my second published Fantasy Fan Fiction. My other FFF is called 'Cato's Rose'. To clear things up, a FFF is a term I kind of made up and what it means is that I inserted an extra character usually some one I know, to be one of the main characters. I have made notes and there are about 18 parts so most likely this story will have 18 to 21 chapters. I update every week (or earlier), but I am currently writing 2 other stories so I cannot promise you that THIS story will be updated.
Enjoy,
Angie
Richika's POV
*Stir, mix, mix, stir, mix, mix.* Mum and dad have asked me to make the chocolate icing again. But I don't mind too much, because I know that if we are making icing, it means the bakery needed it. This then means Peeta will come to pick it up. Peeta is my best friend and companion. He was one of the few guys who weren't afraid of having a girl as a best friend.
"ARE YOU DONE RICHIKA?" my mum hollers at me. We don't get a lot of business here in district 12 because no one can afford it. We trade and we also have fruits and veggies to sell. Occasionally, we send out some sweets to the Capitol or to other districts.
"I ASKED ARE YOU DONE! DO NOT IGNORE ME RICHIKA COCO TYANE!" My mom yelled again.
"I'm almost done!" I scream back.
"Chill, Richie. You don't need to yell," A male voice interrupts. I instantly recognize it.
"Peeta!" I shriek, "You're here early, IM NOT DONE YET." I begin to panic now.
"Calm down, I came early on purpose." Peeta explains.
"Why?" I ask, "To scare me?"
"No." Peeta says looking a bit offended. "I came to accompany you and to talk. That's what best friends are for, right?" He tells me.
"Oh," I say in a small voice, "sorry then."
"Its okay," Peeta tells me and then pulls me into a hug. I happily hug back.
"RICHIKA! Are you done? The Mellarks are going to be here any minute!" My mom says as she walks in, "Oh Peeta, you are already here." She says looking a bit startled, "I'm very sorry, but Richika, here, was slacking off and it's not done yet, I'm afraid." My mum glares at me.
"It's alright, Mrs. Tyane. I was wonder if Richika could come out? I mean, after she is done working of course but yeah. My parents do not expect to have the icing until around 8 o'clock tonight." Peeta tells my mom, sweetly.
"Well, I guess she could leave. I will finish this icing and bring it next door." My mum says.
"Yay! Thank you, mum." I tell her.
"Get home before 6 if you want dinner, alright? If you decide to miss dinner get home before 8. After that, I will send your sisters to find you." My mum says, giving me the third degree.
"Great!" Peeta and I say at the same time. We turn and leave after saying good bye.
"DON'T STAY OUT TOO LONG, REMEMBER TOMORROW IS REAPING DAY." My mom hollers after us.
"Where shall we go?" I ask Peeta.
"Let's go by the school yard to talk." Peeta suggests.
"Alright," I say and we began walking there.
Once we are at the field, the two of us lie down in the meadow. I pick a daisy and braid it in my brown long hair. Although I was a merchant's child, I still had long brown hair instead of the usual blonde madness.
"So…." I say. We have been lying in the field for about minutes and for the two of us, that's a long time.
"Tomorrow is reaping day," Peeta starts to say.
"Oh," I say quietly.
"I wanted to know if you wanted to celebrate together afterward." He asks me.
"Definitely! Are you scared?" I ask, "I mean this is not like district 2 where everyone wants to volunteer. Here if you are reaped, you are practically dead."
"Its okay, Richie. I've never taken out tesserae and neither have you. We only have 3 slips in millions. It's not like we've ever needed food. I suspect a child from seam will be reaped." Peeta explains, calming me.
"Yeah, one in a million still has one!" I say, even though I'm a lot calmer, I'm still freaking out.
"Lets not think about it," Peeta suggests, "you will be okay." He turns and gives me a reassuring hug.
"Alright," I say, uncertainly.
"Now let's go to the town square and take a walk," Peeta says. He stands up and takes my hand to pull me up. But even when I'm up, he still doesn't let go of my hand. Together, like one, we walk to the square; readying for anything as long as we had each other.
A.N.
Angie here: Did u like it? Suggestions can be given in a PM or a review. :)
Richika here: Yes I'm a real person and I heart Josh Hutcherson!
Angie again: We don't let her on the computer very often.