Hello. So I'm gonna try to write another story. Yay! It might be bad but I'm gonna try my best.
This is about a different Hunger Games and it follows a 15-year-old girl through it. I've had a few ideas going through my head like this so I decided to make one come to life. Please read and review, any ideas or notes you wanna make are welcome!
Disclaimer: I don't own the hunger games, obviously :P
~Chapter 1: The Reaping~
I woke up to my mother yelling at me. "Amber! Get up, now!" I groan and sit up in my bed, stretching my arms. In case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm Amber. Amber Green. I'm 15, but could pass for 13 or 14 because of how small I am. I live here in district 7, the lumber district. I walk to the kitchen, my tangled hair bouncing as I walk. "Good morning mom, dad" without even looking up at me, I get a curt "morning" from both. Sighing, I grab an apple and bite into it. We sit at the table in silence until I hear my 3 older brothers, Tyler, Dante, and Evan lumbering into the kitchen. They sit, each grabbing some fruit, and say good morning. My parents actually pay attention to them and say "good morning Tyler, good morning Dante, good morning Evan." My brothers, with Tyler being the oldest at 19, Dante at 18, and Evan being a year older than me at 16 are huge compared to my smaller frame. And they get all my parents' attention. I'm like the forgotten child, no one seems to notice me. I'm not complaining, sometimes it's nice that they don't care where I go or when but, I feel unloved a lot. As I get up from the table my mom looks up. "Make sure you get in your reaping clothes, ok?" I nod just to be polite since I know the reaping is today. "Ok mom, I will" then go to my room to change.
I stand in front of the cracked mirror that stands in my room. For the reaping a wear a very pale yellow dress that goes to my knees, the straps about an inch or so wide. I don't really like wearing dresses but it's not to bad, the color also looks good on my tan skin. Along with my dress, I wear simple black flats that used to belong to my mom. My long, curly, black hair has been brushed out and hangs down, going to the middle of my back. It's held back in a thin headband with a small purple flower on it. I decide on seeing my friends like I always do before the reaping. I walk to the stump-yard, which is just a small meadow filled with tree stumps because all the trees have been cut already. Sitting on a little circle of stumps I see my friends. Willow, dressed in a light purple dress with her light brown hair pulled back in a low bun, sitting next to Trent who's wearing a cleanish white dress shirt and brown trousers with his mahogany colored hair brushed back, sitting next to Blake who's wearing pretty much the same thing a Trent with his black hair spiked up as usual. They notice me and smile, I smile back and take a seat in-between Willow and Blake. "Hey Amber" they say in unison.
"hey guys, how you feeling?" I ask. They all give nervous laughs and mutter things like 'okay' and 'a little nervous'. Then, the joking around starts. Trent pokes Willows side making her squeak. We all laugh as she becomes red, she hates when she squeaks like that. I speak up, holding a smile back "ok, ok it's not that funny. But this is" I take my headband off and put it on Blake. I then pat his head "aw, aren't you adorable" I coo, getting laughter from everyone except Blake. "Yeah he is, but where's his dress?" Trent says in-between laughs. And, because I can't help it, I laugh to. Blake scowls and rips off the headband then throws it at me. It hits the side of my head, Willow and Trent laugh harder. "Hey! Not ok!" I yell at him as he just crosses his arms and smirks. At this point I would've pushed him to the ground but, I don't want to be the one that ruins his reaping clothes. So I put my headband back on and roll my eyes at the still giggling Willow and Trent who's trying to stop laughing. After a while of messing with each other I stand up. "I gotta get home, I promised to leave to the reaping from home" they nod and say bye, I walk home so I can get the stupid reaping over with soon.
The amount of time at the house was a blur. I got there and my mom was fussing over the boys' hair. I smiled a little because it was one of those moments that I'm glad to be forgotten. Later we're told to make any last adjustments with our reaping clothes so, I obviously do nothing. And soon we make our way to the square. Since Tyler just turned 19, he's not eligible to get reaped so me, Dante, and Evan check in. After getting my finger pricked I make my way to the 15-year-old section and stand next to Willow. I smile at her and we hug, it's just a reassuring thing we do. We don't say anything to each other though, I'm not sure why, it's like communicate on a whole different level. If I get a sudden nervous thought, she just knows and gives me a smile which is enough to calm me.
When the district escort, whose name I never remember, comes up it's all Willow and I can do to not laugh. This year she wears a ridiculous yellow dress that seems brighter than the buttercups that grow in the stump yard. The skirt of the dress curves so that it's like a bubble and her hair is just this sculpted lump of a lighter shade of yellow. She taps the microphone and speaks into it with her unusually high-pitched voice. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! To the reaping for the 46th annual Hunger Games!" I sigh, she's way to into this. Into the idea that sending kids to their death is entertaining. But I watch and listen just like everyone else. The mayor steps up and gives a long boring speech that no one listens to. Then the escort comes back. "Ladies first." She says and walks to the girls reaping bowl. I take a few deep breaths. 'it'll be ok Amber, you won't get picked. Just stay calm' I tell myself. "Aha!" the escort calls out as she pulls a slip of paper out. She walks to the microphone, and unfolds the paper. 'Calm, Amber, Calm' I tell myself again. 'It won't be you' I grab Willows hand and I know she senses my nervousness, I've never been more nervous than right now. I continue watching, and a name is called. "Amber Green"
Me and Willow freeze. Only for a moment though, I let go of her and smile, the way she does to me. As I walk up to the stage I realize that I had the right to be nervous, to be scared. I stand in front if the district and I try not to look scared. A boy's name is called, Samuel Woods I think, and we are ushered into the justice building.
ok so, that's my first chapter. What do you think? I'm gonna give myself a week to put the next chapter up. So if you like it so far, next chapter will be up by next Tuesday I promise. Also, if you find the main character boring, I'm gonna give her more of an attitude in chapters to come... Just saying.
Bye! I love all who review! See you in 1 week!