Hi. This is my first actual story. I know that this chapter is abnormally long…but the rest probably won't. Also thanks to a lot of people for helping with this story and editing. Sorry about the paragraphs I'm not really good at splitting it up. Please tell me what you think but if you hate it tell me nicely. I run off of reviews so if you like it and want me to update I will, but tell me in a review so I know. I know I go against something's in both Harry Potter and Hunger Games but just deal with it. Finally, I know that you don't learn the main characters name in this chapter, but I made it that way on purpose so once again, deal with it. Thanks and enjoy!
Disclaimer- I am not J.K Rowling nor am I Susan Collins. I wish I were either one of them but sadly I am not.
I always wanted a life full of happiness and bliss, a life of fun with my sister, a life of no hunger games, but that never will happen, especially now. This is my story. The story I am about to tell takes place in the nation of Dumbledore, in the district of Ravenclaw where the smartest thrive and those of less intelligence learn more than they thought possible. The story I am about to tell takes place many years after an enormous war where the districts of Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Slytherin fought against Hogwarts and in the end lost. The story I am about to tell takes place during a battle in my life during a game I grew up learning about and fearing called, The Hunger Games. The story I am about to tell is full of wrackspurts, deadly pygmy puffs, and a life of death and sadness, with a mix of a new world found in and outside my head.
I remember being so happy the day my mom brought home my little sister Sam. Although I was not even one I still remember it. Sam and I are 11 months apart and best friends. Sam was so small and I was strong for my age. My parents spent all of two seconds giving all of their attention to their new born, and then they directed all of their love back to me. One can think I am spoiled, but really I am just loved. As Sam and I grew up we were always together. We could pass as twins and often told people that's what we were.
I remember the day of my third Hunger Games reaping, Sam was at home and I was walking around the town. Ever since our first reaping, Sam and I got a gift for each other, the gift acted as a good luck charm. I needed to find one for Sam and I was running out of time!
"Well hi there dear but, what are you doing out so early, especially on a day as important as this?" It was my only friend's mother, Mrs. C.
"I am trying to find a gift for Sam, but I am having so much trouble finding a good gift to give" I replied. To that Mrs. C opened the front door of her shop and gestured for me to follow her in. Mrs. C's shop was small and had all different kinds of knickknacks inside for sale. I loved her store because it's one of the few places in all of the district of Ravenclaw that someone could buy a good pair of shoes to help keep the nargals away, or get a pair of glasses to help see the puffers before they come out of the roses to attack. As I looked around her store there was many things that caught my eye, yet nothing really reminded me of Sam. Then in the very back I saw it! It was a small heart with an arrow going through it on a chain for a necklace. When I asked Mrs. C what it was she replied with, "It's a charm to keep the nargles away from anyone that wears it." That was it. The charm necklace was the gift for Sam. I knew she would like it because it showed my love for her, and it would keep her protected from nargles, which is always a plus. I purchased the necklace, thanked Mrs. C, and ran home.
When I got home that same morning I took my shoes of at the front door and walked into our house. Our two story house was relatively small, consisting of two bathrooms, three bedrooms, a living room and a small kitchen. Most of the walls were blue, bronze, and a light orange; the furniture was sagging but well-kept besides that.
I knew right where my family was when I walked in. My dad was in the kitchen making a breakfast of eggs that no one would eat (we were too nervous for the day to eat) my mom was in her room getting dressed for the day, and Sam, my best friend in the whole world, was up in her room. Sam had been spending all of her time in her room in her bed. See, Sam had and still has a rare disease that comes and goes and it causes serious pain in her whole body to the point of her not being able to move. Sam had gotten this disease the year before a few days after her 13th and a month after my 14th birthday. Her disease was so bad that she no longer had to participate in the Hunger Games reaping just in case she got pulled and the pain flared up, it would make for bad television. Even though I was the only person in our family who is in danger of being reaped, we still got each other gifts.
I walked up the creaky stairs and slowly opened the door in front of me, Sam's door. Sam was laying with her eyes fixed on the celling, staying perfectly still not even realizing that I just walked in. I walked over and sat down on her bed brushing the long blond hair out of my little sister's brilliant blue eyes.
"Hey Sam. I got you your gift." I said a little too soft probably, but it doesn't matter how kind or light your voice was when Sam was in pain. She just kept staring. I pulled out the necklace and held it up in front of Sam's eyes. "It helps keep the nargles away so now when you are laying here you don't have to worry about the nargles coming at you" I told her. I watched as Sam tried to get a smile on her face, and she did with little effort. She could use her facial features without much pain, but it could still hurt sometimes. I slipped the necklace's chain behind her neck, and clipped it on. Sam started to move her arms a little bit. I knew she was starting to feel a little better. After much effort, Sam finally sat up and gave me a hug. I hugged her back and could feel her warmth spread all over me. She reached beneath her bed and I could tell she was feeling much better than she was twenty minutes ago. Sam pulled up a box with a purple piece of cloth on it. She pulled the cloth off and I saw a baby pygmy puff sitting in a cage. Sam got me a new pet.
I helped Sam get dressed and ready for the day, then went to my room to get ready, after all, it was reaping day.