This is my 1st Hunger Games fanfic so I'm sorry if it isn't perfect but hey I try ;) I hope that you like it! If you do please review and favorite it :D
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games. All rights go to Suzanne Collins.
Blair's POV
I am so done with everyone constantly feeling bad for me. My parents were lost in a fishing accident. So what? It's been 4 years. I've gotten over it, but my twin brother, Cade, being the big softy that he is, still cries every time he hears their names. It's pretty pitiful if you ask me. Sure, some people say that I'm just hiding all of emotions behind my dark makeup, combat boots, and "tough" clothes, but trust me I most certainly am not. I've shed my tears for my parents back when I was 12, but now I'm a strong, independent 16 year old. I don't need parents to tell me what to do or who to be. I am Blair Lancaster of District 4, and nobody can change that.
"Blair, get some half-decent clothes on! The Reaping starts at 9:00!" My horrible excuse for a grandmother shrieks.
"Five more minutes!" I shriek right back. I am way too tired for her crazy antics. Who cares about the Reaping anyway? The only semi-interesting thing about the Hunger Games is watching people getting ripped apart.
"If I have to ask you one more time-" Before Gran can say another word, Cade walks in.
"Hey, does this outfit match?" He hears us yelling, but that's all he can say. What a man...
"Yes, yes, Cade. Now go brush your hair." Its insane how this lady can go from ballistic to calm in a matter of seconds. Since I am awake now, I might as well get up. So, I trudge over to my closet. We live in the richer part of town, where my grandmother owns a smelly little boutique. Yes, she owns a clothing store in the Fishing District. But it actually does pretty well in this part of town, where people care about what they wear. Some of them are just like the Capitol trash; My grandmother included. So back to my closet; its filled with nearly 100 of the "best" outfits from my Grandmother's shop. I only wear about 5 outfits; all of which are paid for by my own money. But once each year, I am forced to wear one of my Grandmother's "beautiful creations". Sadly today is that day.
I go for the green and purple polka-dotted poofed-out-way-too-much-skirt, and then the flouncy, layered green top. Its the best possible arrangement;That really tells you something. Then for the shoes, I slip on some simple silver flats.
I'm too tired for makeup, so I just skip it. As for hair, I brush it out and it looks good enough. What does it matter anyway?
"Here, Blair." Cade hands me my breakfast; Fried fish with scrambled eggs. The breakfast really takes my bad mood down a whole notch. Gran's fried fish are my favorite. Once we're done eating, Cade and I walk down where the Reaping is to take place. We get into our lines according to age and gender. I honestly hope that Daisy Freedmon gets chosen. That girl may seem nice, but behind that cheery face is a little demon. Me being the way I am doesn't get me many friends. I only have one friend. Her name is Delila Spalding. I don't ever know how a girl like her would want to be friends with me. Back when we were 13, she chose me over the popular group of girls. Daisy had once been friends with Delila, but ever since Delila chose me to be her friend, Daisy has done to the best of her ability to completely ruin our lives. She spreads rumors about Delila saying that she has a "red-headed freckle disease" and that she has kissed every boy in our grade, and that I am a suicidal gothic chick. I really hate that girl.
I spot Delila a few girls ahead of me. I push my way up to her as politely as possible, then I tap her on the shoulder. She jumps in surprise.
"Hey, Blair! You scared me!" She laughs. "Sorry. So who do you think's going to get Reaped this year?" I ask her. "I don't know, but I just hope it isn't a 12 year old! Remember little Sage last year?" She looks sad enough to cry.
"Yeah, she died right away in the bloodbath. I actually thought that she was to get a little farther, since she was pretty good with the dagger. Too bad she couldn't get a hold of one fast enough." I sigh We turn our heads and see Ellery Anison on the stage, standing in front of the two large bowls of names.
Somewhere in the that bowl is my name. It's in there three times. I've had nightmares about being chosen, but I know that they won't come true. I heard a girl named Jess say that she had name in the bowl 15 times! And she is only 14! Her family is very poor so they have her and her siblings sign up for tessere every year. I wonder how many times her 18 year old brother's name is in there.
"Now District 4, we are going to pick a young man and a young woman to represent us in the 73rd Annual Hunger Games.
Good luck!"She says in a way too cheery voice.
"Lets pick the boy first this year." She reaches her dainty little hand into the bowl and pulls out a slip of paper.
"Cade Lancaster." She reads the name and I nearly scream. Cade will never have the guts to defend himself and kill.
He's too sweet. This can't be happening! Why him?
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