Hey, everyone! I'd be surprised if anyone actually decides to read this, but I'll try my best to make this interesting.
So, as you probably guessed by now, this story is about the Capitol Hunger Games. You know, the Games that they mentioned in Mockingjay, but never told us who won, or any of the details. I think it said that Panem forgot about the planned Games, but by I got there in the book, my mind was already full of ideas for this.
As you might remember, back a few years, I tried writing this. And failed (I actually did a horrible job of it, with too much repetition and not enough actual plot, not to mention the unrealistic characters.) You might remember me from then, but I've improved, a lot.
Also, a certain mention of Spectrobes Princess. Happy 14th birthday, sis!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games, but I own the plot to this story and co-own the plot of the sequel(s). I also own my OC's, but not any of the cannon characters.
Now that that's out of the way (for the entire story, I'll only say it once), on with the story!
Rose
I sprint to the next window in the mansion, trying to see what is happening outside.
"Rose, come back! You know that all the children in the Capitol are being kept inside today for a reason!"
I sigh as my tall, purple-haired mom catches up to me and quickly pulls back the dark blue curtain.
"But I want to see what's happening outside!" I protest quickly, not wanting to give up just yet.
"Look, why don't you go watch TV or something? It's probably best if you do," my mom says, clearly frustrated.
"Okay, mom," I sigh, before slowly retreating into the living room.
"And anyways, you wouldn't be able to see any of it out of these windows."
I quietly walk to the TV, my head hanging in defeat. This morning, when I ran outside to play like I did every morning, my mother pulled me back inside. I asked her why I couldn't go outside today, and she said that I would find out soon enough. However, I couldn't wait, so I've been running around the house ever since, trying to see what's outside.
Well, you can't blame an eleven-year-old for trying to see something that isn't her business, can you?
Suddenly, I have an idea. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but there's no reason not to try. I run to the window in the living room, which is on the opposite side of the house as the windows I was trying -and failing- to open.
With a triumphal grin, I throw open the silk curtain, realizing that now is the moment to see what my mom is trying to hide from me.
And now I'm scarred for life.
Katniss, one of the Victors from the 74th and 75th Hunger Games, is standing on a platform facing a large crowd. However, her signature bow is aiming an arrow at my grandpa, also known as the President of Panem. Much to my relief and confusion, however, a few moments after I open the curtains she changes her aim, and within moments the arrow is plunged deep inside Coin's heart.
I see everyone gasp as President Coin, from District 13, falls lifeless onto the ground. Then, as if on cue, everyone rises into an uproar, shouting and demanding that Katniss should be punished. I have no idea where my grandfather ran off to, but in a few seconds I see him laugh so hard that he falls over, and he proceeds to be trampled and choke on his own blood, suffocating him.
I quickly close the curtains back, horrified. My mother, who just realized what I was doing, has barely entered the living room, probably here to scold me.
It takes me a few minutes to gain my voice back, but when I can speak again, my voice doesn't sound as bold as I would like it to.
"I'll… go watch TV now…" I say, my dark blue eyes still wide with shock.
As I turn on the television, my mom shakes her head helplessly before returning to the kitchen.
Okay, it's short, I know, but it's a prologue. Most of the chapters are already a thousand words, not including author notes. Yes, I'm about ten chapters in advance right now. Yay!
So, I won't update this until I get back from church camp, which we leave for tomorrow. So, while people are (hopefully) reading this, I'll be stuck on a bus full of gossiping teens for five hours (I'm barely a teenager, but I don't gossip.) The camp would be four hours away… if we weren't taking a bus. Oh, well, it'll be well worth it. I'll make sure to type all about camp, though. Yay, Crossings!
Still can't think of an ending sign,
~Dawn101907