I don't own the hunger games. o yeah. Disclaimer: sooo uhhhh…..2nd fanfic ,will be multi chaptered….sooo…story time?
Reunited
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Ruse stared at the ceiling if her bedroom, not trying very hard to get back to sleep. There were three reasons mainly, was raining, mother had just woken up from a nightmare, screaming as usual, Monday, she would learn about The Hunger Games, what caused her mother's nightmares.
Outside her room, she could hear her younger brother Thorne walking down the hall on chubby toddler feet, and into her parent's bedroom. Once, when Thorne had been born, I had asked about our names,
*Flashback*
Thorne and Ruse, only to have mother turn away, crying. Later my father had explained that we were named after some people that had been very important to her, but were gone because of mean people, and it made her sad. "I'm 10 years old Dad." I had said, tired of how my parent's always tried to protect me by treating me like a child.
"I know," he had said. "I told Katniss that you would have to know sooner or later, but she would always just drop the topic. Come with for a walk." They headed out into the crisp fall air, surrounded by leaves of all colors. "Your name, Ruse, is a mixture of two people's. The first part, 'Ru' comes from a girl named Rue that your mother met in her first Games."
"What are 'Games'" I had asked, only to be pushed away.
"When you're older," my father had replied. "Right now, we're talking about names. The second part of your name, 'Se', is from her sister's name, which was Primrose. We used the rose part because Prue didn't sound as good." His eyes had then closed for a minute, remembering the young girl. "Your brother is the shortend version of Hawthorne, the last name of the man who was her best friend."
*End Flashback*
Back in the present, Ruse finally fell asleep. Gory images filling her dreams as she tried to imagine what could've scarred her mother so badly…
In the morning, Ruse woke to the smell of fresh bread and wild turkey bacon. Seduced by the heavenly smell, she followed her nose downstairs to breakfast. She took her place by her mother at the table, and started eating the bacon, strawberries, and cheese buns that were set out before her. It was Saturday morning, and the day of her 16th birthday.
"Happy birthday, Ruse!" said her mother, putting one of her rare (although slightly less so since Ruse had been born) smiles on her face. Today she was going to go hunting with her mom to stock up for the next week, then come back for her party. "Happy Birthday!" repeated Thorne and her dad, flashing sincere smiles.
After breakfast, Ruse went back up to her room to put on her hunting gear. She had her mom's old boots, a black v-neck t-shirt, khaki pants, and a comfortably fitted brown leather jacket. Ruse didn't know why, but every time she wore these clothes her seemed sad, as if remembering something depressing. Grabbing her mom's old bow out of the corner of her room, she headed towards their meeting point.
ok, this is my 2nd fanfic. ik the chapters are still short but they will gradually get longer. please give me reviews. thanks!