Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games. If I did Rue would've won and Prim would still be alive.
The reapings scared everyone. We never knew who would be picked, but maybe that was the point. They wanted us to be scared. Wanted to prove that they still had power. Its because of their sick minds that I refuse to speak. How can anyone have the will to talk after they've watched the grin on some tributes faces as they plunged their spear into a person who is their age. How they relished the felling of blood splattering on their skin. How they waited their whole lives to see fear flash in the eyes of their opponents... I shuddered, this earned me stares from my peers. We were standing in a circle roped in like cattle.
"And the female tribute from district 11 is Clover!" the female from the capital shouted. My heart thudded in my chest.
"Does she have a last name?" the lady turned and asked the Mayor.
"No," he said "she's the one I told you about."
"Oh,Common up Clover!" the lady said cheerfully, "Don't be shy."
I saw the looks my classmates gave me as I broke free of the circle. They didn't think that I'd make it.
Well thank you for your confidence in me,I thought.
The rest of the day past uneventfully. No one came to visit me. No one said goodbye to me or wished me good luck. No one cared. I heard the boy tribute in the room next to mine try to reassure his weeping parents. He told them that he'd come home. Didn't he realize that I could hear him? That for his wish to come home meant my death?
After a few hours the Mayor came into my room, said something but I wasn't paying attention to him, shook my hand and pushed me onto the train. The boy was next to me but I chose to ignore him. After all he wanted me to die so his parents could see his face again.
I turned to go to my rooms when his hand shot out and grabbed my elbow. I glared at him. Sheepishly he showed me a note pad with the word
Hi
Written on it in pencil. I angrily took the note pad and pencil from him and wrote
I'm not deaf you know.
"Sorry," he looked at his suddenly interesting shoes. I glared at him and stormed off when he called out, "Clover! wait!"
What?
"Why won't you talk?"
Stay out of my business
And with that I stormed off. This time he didn't try to stop me. I wouldn't have turned around if he had.
A/n
So this is my first fanfic. So flames will be tolerated but all fires will be put out. I wrote this with no idea of other characters so if you have any OCS that will work well with Clover please put their info in response and I'll try to fit them in.
things I would like in OC suggestions
name
district
appearance
characteristics
weapon
death scene ideas(only if they're in the games)
any other tidbits of information
Please review. I really don't know what's going to happen yet(also this eliminates the possibility of me creating a terrible character).