Two In One Year
Hey there, my name is Sami and this is my first ever fan fiction for this site. I write constantly, but never before have i written one story out completely. Normally, i just make lists and do basic outlines of stories and put it together in my mind.
This story is one of those many outlines i have written. It does NOT follow the story, because this is after the 75th hunger games, that Peeta and Katniss rebellion did not happen in this, and the Hunger Games continued after Katniss and Peeta's win. So, please enjoy my rendition of the 76th annual Hunger Games.
My writing will not always be to the best quality, on account of me being only 14. But i promise to do my best to write a fantastic story for you all to read! Enjoy!
Chapter 1 - The day before The Reaping
Glystophine POV
Never before had i thought it possible. Never before had someone from my district won the horrible Hunger Games. But never before had someone like Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark been chosen particpate in my lifetime either.
My poverty stricken district had been embedded in lavish and delicious tasting food since they had returned to District 12. My family and i had for the first time i could ever remember, a meal where i felt full after finishing. It was a wonderful feeling, knowing that i wouldn't be starving as i lay myself down to sleep that night.
"Chrys?" I heard a familiar voice call for me. "Chrys, are you done with your homework yet? I'm taking Marty to the hob with me before I pick Dad up at the mines."
"Yes, Petri! I'm finished. I'll be down in a second." I lied as i threw my notebooks into a sloppy piled on my bed. I ran down the stairs to meet my older brother, Petriel and only little sister, Narnytem. "Ready."
Petri yelled 'bye' to Rylee and Will as we walked out the door. Marty was skipping down the streets, her long dark brown hair, bouncing along her back. Left, right, left, right. The higher she skipped, the higher her hair went. Oh, Marty. She had been only 2 when mom passed. It's been 8 years, and she claims she doesn't remember her at all. As for me, i have a couple scattered memories of her. But, being only 4 at the time, Rylee, Will and Petri have needed to help me sort things out.
"We're here." Petri said, snapping me back into reality.
That night at dinner, nobody spoke. Like every year, everyone feared the worst for the day to follow, The Reaping. Dad always feared it would be one of us. When we tried to calm him, we would remind him that winning was in our blood, that our great uncle Haymitch had won several years ago. But none of us had even been picked before, settling his fear, but never giving us a chance to show him, that maybe we could win.
Rylee, Will and I were the ones in the bowls this year. Petri was 19 now and had never been chosen, even with the many times his name was in the bowl. He had taken tessarae every year, along with Will. Rylee and I weren't allowed to take tessarae, so we were less likely to get chosen. As for Marty, She still had 2 years before she would have her name put in. She would not be allowed to take tessarae either. Dad couldn't take a chance on loosing his darling, Marty, his favorite. Marty was everyone's favorite for that matter. The baby, the cutie, the adorable one. My hope for her once she turned 12, was that she would never be picked.