Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games. (we have to put it for every story..right?)
So guys, this is my first fanfic published. I watched Catching Fire a week ago and I was inspired, so here is the result of that burst of craziness. (Not entirely sure if it can claimed as good though...)
"Reina Hallingway!"
All eyes turned to her. Her name had been called. She was the the tribute. One step at a time, one foot in front of another. She walked forward, her movements clipped and stiff. There were muffled cries of relief from some of the younger girls. They had evaded being a tribute, they were safe. But she wasn't.
She was now in a web of danger, at the edge of a hole of depression. But she won't give in, she can't give in— she won't let them, won't let anyone, see her as weak. She held her head up high and back straight although inside, she was trembling with fear. Her eyes fixed at their district representative at the front, before she returned her angry gaze in front of her.
Clack! Clack! Clack!
She walked up the stairs, making sure every movement had some sort of meaning it, whether it be anger or fear. Her heart was pounding, her hands turned cold. The girl was scared. She wanted to cry, to break down but that would mean being weak. So she forced herself to feel nothing as she turned back to the crowd.
Some girls were crying, others were pale with fear, and a few looked down in shame at being relieved. But the girl didn't care. She was strong. Or, at least they thought she was.
If you had looked into her eyes, you would've seen a hard wall that she had put up. She looked so firm and strong as she looked at the crowd. They say she will not break, but they don't know anything.
She could dimly recall the boy tribute being called, and he came up, visibly trembling with fright. There were already murmurs that he wasn't going to make it.
"The tributes of the 63rd Hunger Games!" the representative exclaims. No one claps, there is only silence. Only dull, sad eyes that stare back at the tributes. Everyone hated the Games, the Games that each year took away a young girl and boy to be thrown in an arena to be killed. To be slaughtered. No clapping, only dull, dead, silence.
Peacekeepers escort them away to say a final goodbye. A final goodbye before they were thrown into terror they called The Hunger Games.
This was the beginning, the beginning of the Hunger Games.
So...how was it...? good? bad? I am open to helpful criticism...Please don't kill me. Btw this was originally supposed to be in second person so I had to change the perspective...not sure if the transition was good...