Hi :) I'm Alli Stahl (well, that's my nickname). I love The Hunger Games and I love Glee, so I decided to write a crossover fanfiction, specially after seeing this tumblr tag ( santana-lopez, tagged/gthg/). The fanfiction's cover photo also belongs to that tumblr.
This chapter is going to be short, but I hope you guys enjoy.
When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. I should have had nightmares: today is The Reaping, which in my district means that I should volunteer. But, I hadn't.
People from other poorer Districts sure think my life is perfect compared to their, because I at least have food every day. But it isn't: my father is a Peacekeeper, and he's very close to the Snow family, we had the Christmas dinner with them twice. People pretend to like me, but they are actually afraid of me. So, I had always been surrender by everyone, but I didn't really have a good friend. Among the most humble people, I have a bad reputation. My father always says that a bad reputation is better than no reputation at all.
I'm wearing the dress that my mother bought me for today, and she's going to comb my hair. Somebody knocks the door, it's my father.
"Hi darling" he says. I wave.
"You look beautiful." He continues: "You're going to be amazing today" that hurts me. I try not to scream.
"Daddy…" I say, forcing a velvety voice "didn't you think in all this time that maybe I don't want to volunteer?" He sighs.
"Quinnie, Quinnie… We had talk about this. You know it's a way to maintain our reputation between the Capitol citizens."
"Oh, so you don't remember about Frannie, huh?"
"Don't… don't you dare to mention your big sister. It's not the same."
"Yeah, I know. I wasn't the perfect and mature big kid from the Fabray family, so you don't care about me. I think you didn't even care about Frannie! She had a future to live. She was smart and pretty. She had a boyfriend, and I'm sure she'd have perfect blonde kids with him. And I'm su-" I can't keep talking, because my father slaps me.
"Shut up. You're going to volunteer. If you don't, you can leave this house right now".
At one o'clock, I head for the square. They get my DNA, using my blood, to check my attendance to the event. They get my DNA, using my blood to check my attendance to the event. Sue Sylvester walks across the stage, up to the microphone and then, she knocks it. She's wearing one of those tracksuits again.
"Welcome, welcome…" she says, with a neutral voice. She seems bored. "Welcome to the seventy-fourth annual Hunger Games. Make the odds be in your favor… and all that stuff… Okay, so, they're going to put a boring video about the… bah, see it for yourself".
Then, a documentary video about the war, 74 years ago, and how the Capitol won it, starts to play. It also talks about how good the Capitol is with people from the Districts and that the tributes are courageous persons and stuff. It's the same, year by year. After this, I'm going to volunteer.
When the video ends, Sue starts to talk again:
"So, now, I'm going to select an envelope, which contains a name and… oh, well, it's the same as last year. Ladies first!" Then, she takes the envelope and reads the name: Elizabeth Corcoran. I was uncertain about volunteer, but when I see her angelic face grieve, I make my way to the crowd and scream "I volunteer! I volunteer as a tribute".
Nobody seems to be surprised. I know what they're thinking "oh, well, she's the Peacekeeper's daughter". I think they don't even care. When I'm on stage, Sue asks me why did I volunteer. I say it's a District tradition.
The truth is that I know Elizabeth since she was a baby. She's Shelby Corcoran's (my school teacher) daughter. Shelby taught me a lot of songs when I was young, and that made me love the music. Shelby got pregnant when I was 4 years old. When I was 5, she had her baby. She didn't give classes in some time, but she brought Elizabeth to the school once. Also, Shelby is my mother's best friend since they were young, so, when Shelby was busy, Elizabeth used to spend the day in our house. I called her Beth, as a diminutive. She has always been very shy, polite and nice. If I ever have a girl, I'll name her after Beth. And I want my daughter to be like Elizabeth.
Now, it's time for boys. Sue takes another envelope from the boys' urn. "Sam Evans", I can hear. Oh, no. Not him. There're so many boys in my District… why did he have to be chosen?
Sam is one of my classmates. Actually, we do not have any kind of relationship right now, but when I was like 5 years old he was my… childhood sweetheart. Not only that; last year, when we didn't even talk to each other, some idiot guys from my class were insulting me. He just walked by, and he heard them, so he came to us and defended me. Sam punched them and he even gave a bruise to one of them. After that, my entire class started to say that we like each other.
I obviously don't like Sam Evans. He's cute and stuff but he is not my type. Hum… I never thought I have a type. Anyway, the point is that Sam and I are going to The Hunger Games together.
And in the case that someone comes back, it can only be one of the two.