Hello! Welcome to the Show Games Preview. If you haven't already, check out the first story to which the Show Games will be a sequel. It's not much, much it gives you a little taster. Check out the image for this for a cool poster and please review.
Oh and I haven't posted up the name of the daughter which is why there is a dotted line. I've got a name, but I want to release it first on my other story the Wedding Games when the daughter is born.
Thank you! x
I sat staring at the words on the pages of the book. The only sound in the house being the turning of pages and me biting my lower lip. I wasn't in my own house, I was in Haymitch Abernathys'. I like to come here to read sometimes, as it's quieter than my own. Especially today, because Mom is fretting about making sure we're ready. Haymitch himself was just slumped on the our sofa last time I saw, which was a fair half hour ago. He told me that he was just letting my Mom do what she needs to do an not get in her way, but I think he was just enjoying the scene. Some friends were coming over today. Friends from the mysterious 'Hunger Games' and the War. I don't know much about the Hunger Games. Only that two tributes, one boy and one girl, between ages of 12 and 18 are sent to the Capitol from each District, to be trained in the art of survival and to be prepared to fight to the death in an arena. Last tribute standing wins and live a life of luxury compared to others in the District. I know there were seventy-five, but the seventy-fifth was cut short because of a reason I'm not sure of. I know that my parents and Haymitch both had a role in them, I assumed as a tribute.
Other than that, I know next to nothing. I will soon though. At school they do a trip each year to a place called the Revolution Museum, and you go when you are twelve years old. I'm now eleven and will turn twelve in a couple of weeks. As I am Katniss and Peeta Mellarks daughter, they are moving this years' trip to the day after my birthday. It would usually be around ten days after. I'm not quite sure why I am so special, or why my parents are special, other than my Mom is called 'the Mockingjay'. Mockingjays are a type of bird, but I don't see how that has anything to do with Mom. Even so, my questions will be answered soon.
I started to get bored of the book, so I decided to walk down the Bakery. Dad would still be there. I checked the contents of my trouser pocket. I had enough money to also nip down to Greasy Sae's store and get some hot soup. She's really quite old, so she recieves help from her granddaughter, who's a few years older than me. I left the book on Haymitch's counter, deciding that he'll probably never find it, and skipped out of the house. I don't lock the door, because nobody ekse would ever actually go into it, and people who do are close friends to Haymitch, like my family. I'd say in the long run, he is sort of my grandfather, even though he really isn't. I wander down to the main square and enter the reasonably big shop. The georgous smell of hot food blows right at me and I pointlessly run my fingers over a selection of bottles on the shelves until I'm interupted by Greasy Sae. "Can I help you dear?"
"Yes," I begin as I walk over to the counter, "Could I have some of your soup please?" She smiles before pouring some of the hot liquid into a mug. I give her the money and promise to return the mug as soon as possible. She just nods and waves goodbye. I carefully carry the mug outside and sip it down. Even in this warm weather, there can sometimes be a cool breeze. After I'd had almost half of the soup, I walked down to the Bakery. From a few metres away, I could here the chatter coming from inside. What could be going on? The doorbell rang as I opened the door and to my utter surprise everyone stared at me. Dad was behind the counter and there were three customers. One brown haired woman, one boy who looked about a year older than me and another man. Dad came over to where I was standing and put his hand on my shoulder. He turned to the three people and proudly introduced me.
"So, this is my daughter,...Mellark!"