I wake up,it's the morning of the reaping. So I get up an hour earlier than I usually do so I can look my best when I volunteer today. I brush my teeth,my dark brown hair, curl my hair,then put blush on my pale freckled face,I take a mint coloured
/dress with a thin braided belt around the waist and put it on. As I am doing up my belt I hear my mother calling to me. "Clove I made pancakes for breakfast ." Be down in a minute." I call back. I race down the stairs into the kitchen
where my mother sits, she is seated at the kitchen table where I join her. There we both eat breakfast in silence 15 minutes of complete silence until my mother blurts out "you don't have to do this, you are only 16 you still have 2 more
years that you could volunteer it doesn't have to be this year." I know mom" I reply. She sighed in relief I think she thought when I said "I know" that meant I'm not going to volunteer. "I want to volunteer this year. Cato and I promised that wewould
compete in the games together" but why!" My mother screams while balling her eyes out. She has always hated the fact that I trained for The Hunger Games. She has always told me that if I train and go into the games I'm going to die and it sets meoff.
Then my mom starts to ball her out ever more. So I say toher "I'll meet her after the reaping",then walk out.
Sorry my FanFiction crashed and wouldn't let me edit any of my stories, so I had to repost them
I don't own the original storyline it belongs to Suzanne Collins