Hii!
So, I finished The Hunger Games, Catching Fire, and Mockingjay, around last December. I thought they were, just, totally amazing. My favourite characters are Katniss, Peeta, Clove, and Rue. I've been thinking of making a fanfiction for a while- so, here it is! It may not be the best, I know, but hopefully I'll get some reviews? My Chapters aren't as long, I dont go into that much details, so hopefully your fine with it!
Anyways, on with the story!
Disclaimer: All characters, ideas, etc.. belong to the amazing genius, Suzzane Collins! However, this writing, belongs to me..
Chapter 1 - The Reaping
The last knife, I release with a sense of satisfaction. All ten have flown into the bullseye of my handmade target. My training is not over... Yet. After my knife-throwing, comes weight lifting with my brothers and a 3 kilometer run. After that, breakfast.
"Clove!" my father is calling for me. "Let's go!"
"Great," I whisper to myself, grinning.
Unlike any other day, my father lets us skip the rest of the training because today, is special. Reaping day, in which two teenagers from each district are chosen to fight to the death in an arena.
In other Districts- like 11 and 12, they're dreading for this day to come. Hah! Those poor and starving kids, their stunned faces at the reaping each year.. Having taken tons or tessera...
What's Tessera? Well, let's say your poor and starving. You can sign up for Tesserae, which you will get a year supply of grain and oil in exchange for your name being in the reaping bowl one more time.
Your name is put in the reaping bowl once at age 12, twice at age 13, and on and on until your 18 years old. Unless you sign up for tesserae.
I eat a bowl of vegetables, and snack on a bit of cheese.
After our quick breakfast, we've got to get ready.
I go to my room, and open my small closet that contains a couple outfits.
My reaping outfit is a plain dark blue dress, with a single green stripe at the bottom. I tie my jet-black hair with a thick white hair tie, and go back to the living room where I find my two brothers, Calvin and Meirlon, are already ready.
They're both wearing dark pants- and a plain grey t-shirt.
Calvin is 12, yes, still on his first reaping. He's an awesome weight-lifter, I have to say, he's a tiny bit better then Meirlon, whos 18.
Calvin doesn't really care if he gets chosen, he knows some other boy will volunteer for him, anyways.
At 1:00, half an hour before the reaping starts, our family heads to district 2's square. It's been decorated with photos of our victors along our justice building, and streamers lining the door.
Me and my brothers leave to our age group, where we will wait throughout the entire reaping. I find myself in a clump of other seventeen year old girls, some I know from class.
Our district escort, Aleena Trenzor bounces on stage.
She always starts off with, "Happy Hunger Games!"
These Capitol people, their accents are just... Weird. I always laugh in my head at their silly voices each year.
Anyways, Aleena Trenzor rambles on and on about how our country Panem rised, how the 13th district got destroyed, and all the rules about The Hunger Games, and much more stuff, which no one bothers paying attention to because we hear it every freaking year.
Our mayor steps up and calls out the names of all of our victors. 18, to be exact. Only ten are still alive, though. The two victors who will be mentors this year, are sitting in chairs on stage.
Finally, Aleena steps back onto the podium and yells out, "Ladies first!" and walks over to the glass balls, one that holds the boys slips and one that holds the girls' slips.
She's about the throw her manicured hand into the girls slips when I voice yells out from the crowd.
"I volunteer as boy tribute!" a voice rings out from the crowd.
A strong-looking blonde boy steps out from the 18s.
I can't help but stiffle a laugh. He's so eager, the way he jumped out from the crowd like he desperately needed a bathroom.
I find myself grinning as Aleena asks for his name and he replies with a fierce voice. "Cato Hylend"
I don't know this guy.
Ive thought of volunteering this year, but my thoughts cloud away at the sight of this boy.
Strong muscles. Tall. I ignore the sight of him as Aleena is blabbing on about what good sport he is, how volunteers are super common in this district.
Aleena Trenzor finally yells out, "Now for the girl!"
She reaches her pale hand into the girls ball and pulls out a name.
"Madaline Stelan" she yells out.
A slight blonde girl shows up, blood drained from her face.
I don't know her, either. Though she's so small it's obvious she's still in her first reaping.
"I volunteer," I yell out clearly.
The girl lightens up with a smile, whispering a thanks as I pass by her.
Finally! I've got the chance to volunteer! I brush by the upset looking eighteen year olds who have always dreamed of volunteering for the games.
I've always wanted to volunteer. But every year, before I get to even say "I," someone always yells out, "I volunteer as tribute!"
Basically the worries here isnt about if you get picked, its not getting to volunteer.
As I climb the stage I notice the mayor nod in approval. It's not really a surprise, having two volunteer tributes from here almost always happens.
Aleena has gotton more enthusiastic, her voice growing louder with excitement.
"Oh! Another volunteer," she squeals. "What's your name?" she asks me.
I narrow my eyes at her. "Clove Denvern," I say gruffly.
I find myself standing taller, examining the faces of the citizens who stand below the stage. Their expressions are as hard as a rock.
Several give a round of applaud, though there faces show that they were the ones that wanted to volunteer.
Aleena turns towards the crowd and speaks loudly. "Our tributes! Cato and Clove!"
After a bit more blabbing on and on, we're scurried into the justice building where we'll have a short amount of time to say our final goodbyes to our families and friends.
The visits are a bit of a blur.
My mother gives me a good luck charm, which I can wear around my neck.
"Thanks," I mumble. My mother can never impress me, don't know why. Her screaming for me to wake up everyday, totally annoying..
My father reminds me to try other weapons other then knives. "Get as much weapons as you can. Only trust some people, if your going for allies... Be-"
"Yeah, yeah," I say sarcastically, interrupting him.
Before I know it, those stupid peacekeepers are back and saying, "Times up!" to my family; which means they should leave immediately. They do, wishing me luck.
No one else visits me. Im not surprized- I dont have many friends, and most of them are probably angry at me for taking the amazing honor of being a tribute in the games! I dont care, I think, grimly.
After both me and Cato's final goodbyes are done, we're hurried outside and onto the train, where we will be taken to the Capitol.
I ignore everyone, and just go to my train compartment. I cant wait until I go into the arena, win, and come back to District 2, my parents immpressed.
I lay on the bed, still in my stupid reaping outfit, and close my eyes.
I somehow fall into a dreamless sleep, still holding on the the charm, only one thought forming in my mind;
I need to find a way to kill Cato.
Author's Note:
So, thats it for the first chapter! Hope you've liked it! Please rate and review, tell me what you think about it. I've got the second and third chapter already written down, working on the fourth! I'll have Chapter 2 uploaded tommorow, 3 the next day, and hopefully I'll have Chapter 4 done by then! Im pretty sure I wont be able to post another chapter everyday, because Im busy (with school, work, etc..) but I'll try! Plus, please tell me if I've got any spelling errors or punctuation wrong!
Thanks for readin! (;
~ I-Clove-U
