First ever Hunger Games fanfiction!
Chapter One: The Quarter Quell
''As a reminder that the Capitol sees everything the 24 tributes in the 150th annual Hunger Games, will receive the gift of knowledge. The tributes shall be informed in the night sky the cause of the tributes deaths.'' says President Tavish Dunsworth.
''Mom, I don't want to be reaped. My name is going to be in the bowl thirty-two times. Nobody else is that much. Nobody in District 7 at the age of seventeen.'' I tell my mom.
''Kinsley, you're strong. Even if you are reaped you can win. Your grandfather won thirty years ago. You can too.'' says my mom.
''I know but the carreers are stronger.'' I say.
''You've been swinging axes around since you were a toddler. You can win. If you do get reaped you can win.''
''I'm going to bed. The reaping is in three days.''
''Okay, goodnight.''
When I wake up It's ten after nine and I'm late work. Later I realised I wasn't because it was Saturday. I walk down to the town square only to find Capitol people getting the stage ready for the reaping in front of the Hall of Justice.
"Oh, shoot!" I say aloud. "The Reaping's tomorrow, not Monday."
I start running back home, when I run into my best friend Jesper. He's a year older than me.
"Jesper, hey." I say.
"Kinsley, good morning." he says. I look into his District 7, green eyes, they look distracted.
"It's noon." I say.
"Oh yeah, look at that." he says looking down at his wrist as if he was wearing a watch.(Which he wasn't.)
"Jesper, what's wrong?" I ask before he can get by me.
"Are you eyes greener? Or is your long brown hair darker?" he asks looking at my face.
"Jesper. What's wrong?" I say more forcefully.
"It's just," he says starting to nervously rub his hands together. "My sister, Maple, you know her. She's nineteen now. So, I have to take tesserae for my family now. Just nervous. My name's in forty-seven times." he blurts out.
"Mine's thirty-two." I say. I look up at his face were I usually find a grinning smile, focused green eyes and his perfectly combed spiked brown hair. Instead, I find a nervous twitchy mouth, unfocused wild eyes and messy hair.
"You're not going to the games." I tell him.
"I wish I could be that confident." he says and walks away.
By the time I get home it's time for bed and I lay down in bed thinking about how much tesserae Jesper and I would have combined. A lot.