In district one of twelve others, we're lucky. Luxury is the district I'm in, we're the wealthiest, but that doesn't get us out of the games. On the dim side, (there is no way the Hunger Games can belong on the bright side) we are the strongest, more experienced, and applied to the richest. I am 15 and my boyfriend is 16. In three years, I'll be safe and sound.
Stella Hall is my name, my mom is Luna Hall, and my father (who is deceased by an explosion) is Radius Hall. Luckily, I am an only child, so no sacrifices done here; that is unless the love of my life, Brandon, is chosen, but if that happens, I can't do anything...
We are attending the 74th Hunger Games today, also known as the 19th Quarter Quell. Four of us will be selected, two girls and two guys. It's a scary thought.
Acting tough is what you have to do so the other competitors won't set you as an 'easy target.' It has been proven, basically. The one thing I don't want to do if I get chosen, is be an enemy to everyone. I'll be a good-girl, until the time is right. BAM! You won't be seeing me lying helplessly on the ground anytime soon. Honestly, I'm not very talented with any weapons. They're all complicated, especially the one I wish I could do; the bow and arrow. For everything, you have to have aim or hand-eye coordination; too bad, I don't have neither of those.
I am a loner. Not many friends, because you can't trust. However, Brandon has gained my trust, but it took a while for him too. I have trouble with trusting others, but it's all because of the economy. Brandon and I have been together for two whole years, meeting by his father and mine being best friends and them hunting together. Me and Brandon started as friends and he ended up being the one I may love. He's gorgeous, brown hair made of silk, chocolate eyes, and strong. He reminded me of my dad, a talented hunter. Brandon could use any weapon and his shots/swings were accurate. If he was to be in The Huger Games, Brandon would win. No doubt. I'm just worried if he'd be a career. I hate them. Anyone who has ever been in with them. They are all backstabbers to anyone in their path, unless they're "useful" and if so, they'll spare the poor sap's life until the right moment to kill them comes. If you're not useful; bye-bye.
I can't say these things out loud unless I practically want to commit suicide, and like I said, I don't want to be the hated one. Though, if I spoke my mind, instantly twenty people would stab me to death.
My eyes fluttered open from my deep sleep and train of thoughts. I couldn't help to think how could such a beautiful day be the reaping day? Oh, I almost forgot my "favorite" quote to hear on the reaping day. Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor! Such bull crap, I swear.
"Hello Stella Summer Hall," my mom greets me dully in my room like a freaking creeper, "good morning. Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor." she finishes with no emotion. I can see the excitement, alright.
"Morning mother. Happy Hunger Games..." I guess I forgot to mention that our relationship isn't exactly close. The right word for it is man slotter for not supporting me. She sits there like an idiot all freaking day while I'm out hunting, stealing, and risking my life so we can eat. A nice question is: Why don't I take all of the food and let her starve since she doesn't care if I do?
The answer is I need her. I'm not going to an orphanage nor will I be separated from Brandon that way.
"Have a nice day," she blandly stated and walked out the door. Whatever. I've always loved dad more.
I got up and chills were sent down my back when a cool breeze hit my legs from the lack of covers. I attempted to pull my silky gown, that I had made from fine materials, down lower on my legs, but it didn't work. Forgetting about it, I pulled out an old t-shirt of my father's, blue jeans, and a grey sweater mom made me for hunting. We weren't poor, but I wasn't going to change into the fanciest outfit just to see Brandon before my nightmare begins.
I slipped out of the house, grabbing a spear just in case. You have no idea who you can run into when you're small and helpless out in the woods.
"I'm going to go see Brandon, bye." I gave her a side of attitude with that sentence.
"Be back in time for a shower and to get dressed." I nodded and reached for the door knob before she added, "And will you take this in to trade or sell, but more importantly for our feast tonight, don't stop by the capital and trade berries you find. Keep them, now bye." and she handed me a small white bag.
I rolled my eyes thinking, I know mother, I'm not an idiot. Then, headed out the door and shut it behind me. I approached a small shack which Mrs. Domino, the mother of Bloom Domino who belonged to a family of long line champions of the Hunger Games, worked. They were a wealthy family! Her sister, Daphne, has defeated and won the games ten years ago. There is not a single doubt in my body that Bloom would be a career and slice everyone's pretty little heads off.
"Hello Stella, how may I help you?" she asked pleasantly, but I know she hates me. I handed her the bag and she searched it for a second, digging for whatever was buried in there, but when she pulled out the item, I froze. It was the engagement ring my father gave mom. I've never seen anything more gorgeous than that. The band was 24 carrot gold and the biggest diamond I've ever laid eyes on and I've been in the capital!
My eyes locked on it and Ms. Domino held it up.
"Maybe it was a mistake? You may want to double check with your mother," and she handed the ring back. I couldn't believe this.
"You're... you're probably right. Just a stupid mistake..." I snatched the ring back and got of there quick, so no one would see me cry. I slipped the hunk of gold and diamond on my wedding finger and ran where our district was cut off by barbwire. I slid under the wire and passed through the forest to find a landscape of hills where you can't be seen. It was beautiful, warm, and safe. Wiping my tears, I held in my light sobs so I couldn't be heard.
While I was admiring the landscape, I heard a crackling noise from the forest, but before I could turn to see what it was, a body tackled me from behind. I tried to scream, but a warm hand covered my mouth. I wiggled, trying to get out of the grip, but I couldn't. Then it hit me, I have a spear. I reached slowly for my pocket and pulled it out and the weight on top of me was subtracted. I stood up to see the person holding their hands up in surrender.
"Brandon! You scared the living crap out of me!" I screamed with the last breath I had left.
"What's a little lady doing with a sharp weapon like that?"
"Well I don't know? Some idiot could jump me!"
He smiled, "What? Someone jump you? Now why would anyone try to jump such a beautiful-"
"Save it, pretty boy. Anyways, did you snatch anything good?"
"You bet! I think Bronze was about to loose it when I stole this fruit basket and this loaf of bread!" He held it up for proof
"Wait, wait, wait! Bronze? The guy who used to be best friends with you before we dated?"
"Yah, but that was the past and he hasn't let it go yet, which I'm fine with. His loss."
"He still likes me? It's been like five years! He needs to move on, because it's not gonna happen!
"Chill Stel!"
"Does it not bother you?"
"Oh no, it bugs the crap out of me, but I know you'll alway be mine..." he leaned in for a kiss
"Shush!" I placed my finger over his lips, "I'm not getting into the romance junk! Well for now..." I blushed
He pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, "You suck."
"Shut up and give me some food, pretty boy!" He rolled his eyes and tossed me an apple that was instantly shoved in my mouth. It was juicy, the skin was tender, and it was fresh! Not even waxed!
I sat on a hill and Brandon lied on his back right next to me.
"Take slower bites or you'll choke, princess!" I ignored him and continued to chow down, "Or not..." he mumbled and I playfully punched his arm.
When I ate the apple down to it's core, I threw it into the distance. I glanced over at Brandon and gazed back into the sky.
"What would you do?" I questioned and hugged my legs
"What do you mean?"
"If we weren't in such desperate situations like risking our lives for the capitol's entertainment?"
"I would feel... free. I wonder how it feels..."
"Yah, me too. I picture it to be standing in tall grass, the wind blowing my hair, the sun gleaming on my face, and all without a care in the world. Not worrying about a peacekeeper coming to turn you in... just pure relaxation."
"Ha, for real?"
"Shut up, I put my heart an soul in that!" I pouted
"I know, and I respect you for that." my head rested on his shoulder as he kissed my forehead.
I sighed, "It's only a dream..."
"It doesn't have to be, we can take a stand. Show them what we can really do, we can-"
"No... no we can't"
"Stella, we could"
"You're crazy! We'd be killed in an hour!"
"If we tried, we could make it-"
I took a deep breath, "Again, it's only a dream-"
"Come true"
I sat up and looked directly in his chocolate eyes, "You know I can't; my mom would be dead in a day and you cannot leave your little sister like that! What about Roxy? Did you think of that?"
"We have to bring up your mom again, don't we? Stella, you could live with me! Your mother has to learn responsibility for you, and actually care! You could... you could-"
"Die, I know."
"Why are you so cautious of your mom's life when your body could perish right in front of her eyes and she'd still be fine with it! Like she never had a daughter in the first place!" tears gathered in my eyes. It was true. I should live with him if I wanted mom to die, but for some reason, I want her alive.
I sniffled, "I can't answer your question. I don't know why I want her safe, for her to see another day when she'll let me starve. Did... did I tell you what happened earlier today?" he shook his head giving me a silent "no."
"She gave me a little bag to trade in for our feast tonight and Mrs. Domino pulled out the engagement ring Dad gave Mom. She tried to trade in a ring made of 24 carrot gold and a huge hunk of diamond! Mrs. Domino gave it back, though. See," and I held the ring up for him to look at.
"Thank goodness!" he sighed in relief and I was confused, "I thought you wanted me to meet you here to tell me some guy gave you that ring!" he said making me laugh.
"No! Never! I love you, bozo!"
"I love you too, bozo." he grinned and pecked my lips. I noticed the sky got dark and a drop of water fell upon my nose. Crap. I grabbed the fruit basket and the loaf of warm bread in my arms and motioned Brandon to come on. He propped himself up and grabbed the basket of fruit since it was too 'heavy' for me to carry. We slid down the hill, running for the woods as it began to drizzle. When the leaves of the woods covered our heads, I embraced Brandon tightly, letting the bread fall to my feet.
"I love you," I whispered as my forehead touched his cheek, "but I have to go get ready." he squeezed me tighter and spoke after a silent minute, "I know, keep the bread, it'll be my 'good luck' gift. I love you too." he let me go and kissed my forehead, "Luck." he began to walk up the hill when he turned back around, "Oh yah, Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!" he waved and started back to his house again.
A/N
Hey guys, so this is my Hunger Games story based on the characters from Winx, and I hope you like it! I have already written a story, in fact, I used to be amy2may. I lost the password to that account, so I made another! Sorry :D If you haven't heard of that account, look it up and tell me about the story I started Without Magic and tell me if I should keep going with it. Anyways, It will not only be about Stella, soon it will change from Bloom's POV to Tecna's, to Musa's, and then Flora's. Tell me what you think so far and give me some suggestions! Again, check out my other story and tell me if I should finish it. If you want me to resume it, I'll probably start it over and add some touches to it. Anyways, enjoy, review, and favorite! 3