This is my first Hunger Games fiction and I have never read one either so this is a new territory for me. I got this story from a dream after watching the new movie. I hope you will like it and if you know someone (yourself or anyone else) how would be so nice to be a beta for me I would be grateful because english is not my first language.
**Prologue**
"Lily Holden."
It's quite, to quite.
I freeze. That's my name. It can't be my name, it just can't.
"Lily Holden, come up here girl." Effie shipper voice says while she looks around for the girl's name she just called for slaughter.
Anna, a redhead, nudges my right side and I take a step forward. I try to smooth my pink dress at the same time as I dry my hands on it. I can hear a boy say something like "What a waste of beauty." I look at him. His brown eyes looking at me with sorrow. He knows I will die like every one else in this crowed.
I walk slowly towards Effie and the stage.
"LILY!" I stop "LILY NO!" My brother runs to me with my father at his heels. They both look scared; I hope I don't look that afraid. The peacekeepers take my big brother and drag him away. My brother is big almost as big as my father. So I'm kind of impressed that they can drag him so effortlessly out of the way. My father looks at me and I can see that he's at the edge of crying, I'm too.
"Well than young lady come up here!" Effie takes my hand and drag me up to the stage.
"So, Lily I take that was your family." I look at her but can't say a word, I can't even nod.
"They looked sad, you will have to win for them, won't you dear. With you sweet face you surely will. No one can hurt a face so sweet." Effie smiles and waits for me to say something, but I don't. I'm beautiful, I know that but beauty doesn't win the Hunger Games.
"Now for the boys!" Effie turns around and looks and the boys' reaping bowl. "Peeta Mellark!" I don't know who that is. I look for the boy who will probably die in the games with me.
Ah, one of the baker boys. I never talked to him and his younger than me. I think by one year but I'm not sure. He looks devastated to be here on the stage, no one can blame him.
"So Peeta tell me how it feels." He doesn't answer Effie's question either but she pretend that he does. "That's good." She says before turning towards the crowed.
"We have our participant for the 74th Hunger Games!"
They drag me to a room were they tell me to sit and wait. Now when I'm alone I want to cry but I can't. I'm not allowed to cry yet. Father and my brother have to see me first. They can't see me cry.
"I will not fall apart." I tell my self right before the door opens and my father runs to me and hug me so hard that I my die from the hug and not from a sword or I arrow.
"Do you best! Do you hear me child?! You will do your best and I will see you again." He hugs me hard and tugs my brown hair behind my ear. "You mother will watch over you and you will come home to us again."
My brother takes my fathers place. He looks me in the eyes and tries to smile but it fails. "You will do as father says. You never listen so for once in your life listen and do as your told!" He hugs me as hard as father.
"Listen Lily." He whispers in my ear. "The first thing you will have to do is find water and food then hide. Keep out of the fights and just wait to the end."
"Water, food then hide." I repeat in his ear, he nods.
"Times up." A peacekeeper takes my fathers arm and drags him to the door. My brother hugs me again and whispers
"I love you sis so you have to come home."
The door closes and with the bang of the door I fall apart. My tears roll down my cheeks and I know that I'm dead before my eighteenth birthday in November.