Welcome to the 47th Hunger Games! And May Only The Lucky Live!
I'm so happy to be finally getting a FanFiction account and I hope You all hope its a decent first story! Thank you so much HerondaleCake for writing this story with me! we put a lot of thought into it I hope you all enjoy it! 3 The story is twenty chapters on my point of view and twenty on HerondaleCake's point of view! Please go check her out if you haven't already!
Chapter 1:
Reaping Day
Every day is a new day but feels the same in every which way. Every year is the one day where everyone is the most scared in their life, but than there is me. I have never cared much about reaping day but the day my father tortured my mother to death. I saw it when I was coming back from collecting meat for dinner, the last blow to her chest with a bladed staff. I have been living on my own for three years. no one bothered to care for me, but that could be my fault too since I push everyone out of my life and don't let anyone get close that I could possibly lose.
Three years ago I was coming back from the slaughter house with my bloody pitch fork and raw pork for dinner like every Sunday night. But this night was different. As I was approaching my house I heard a scream, one that could only come from someone that i recognized so much-My mother. I ran to the door threw it open almost falling. I saw my mother strapped to our kitchen chair and my father over her, blood everywhere. I than saw my father strike the last blow to my mother with a bladed staff, I screamed for him to stop but it was already to late, my mother was dead. I dropped the pork and went full speed at my father stabbing him in his back with so much force I heard three cracks, the pitch fork went threw his whole body, out the other end and broke his back. I went to my mother and curled up against her and sobbed for what felt like days. Finally I got up and knew there was nothing left to do I made a grave for her and put flowers by her, and said a speech. that night I burned my father's body until nothing was left to be on fire.
I get up every morning forgetting that my mother isn't here for me when I need her most.
It's reaping day and I get ready as usual wearing the same outfit I have worn since my mother's death. I had my hair in curls, wore my baby blue dress that was almost to small for me, and my tight white flats. After I pulled myself together I walked out my door pausing to stare at my house for a minute before stepping away.
After every victor was called out and words of encouragement that didn't matter to me were said our district escort walked up to the stage, Lina. Her pink hair shining in the sun light. Her sparkled blue lips shimmering with every movement of her face. Her medium-length dress, just below her knees was a cream color and her 4in. heels clanking with every step she took. She looked uglier each year.
As she approached the microphone she got everyone's attention as she almost yelled, "Girls and boys! Boys and girls! Welcome to the one and only 47th Hunger games And May Only The Lucky Live!" she said a little to cheerfully.
"As always, ladies first!" I won't get picked I told myself.
As she reached the bowl and plopped her hand in for the perfect card. She opened it.
"Flicka Bluegrass!" For the first time since my mother died I was scared. Before losing myself in thought someone nudged me forward.
"Come darling, no need to dilly-dally."
I thought I heard my stomach drop to the floor but it was a tear, the first tear I have shed since my mother's death. I wouldn't let another fall again. I took a deep breath and walked up and on stage.
"Time for the boys!" she said.
She went striding to the boys bowl and plopped one out quickly.
"Capon Cerback!"
Excellent we have our two courageous young woman and man for this year's annual 47th Hunger Games! And May Only The Lucky Live!"
I had no one to say good luck or goodbye to me, just myself, only myself, and forever myself, me, myself, and I.
In less than a month I will establish if I'm lucky or unlucky.
Love, CarstairsCake
I'm already starting to enjoy this story already and Herondale and I have a lot more in store for you all! hope you enjoyed! 3