Ok so this is my first fanfiction. It's an AU. Please tell me how you like it. Suggestions and ideas are welcome. Enjoy! This is kinda short, but it's only the first chapter. I'll update as much as possible.
Chapter 1
I walked to my home in the Seam. I had just went to the bakery to pick up some bread. It was rare, but today was the Reaping. We didn't celebrate it, but we were cherishing the living members of our family.
I waved hello to everyone on my way to the house. It wasn't much of a house. More like a two-room shack. My father and my brother, Huck lived with me. My brother was 19. I was 14. My name is Elodie Wendell. We are poor. But we get by. My father tried to teach me to hunt, but that didn't work out too well. I'm scared of just about everything and don't feel right when killing an animal. Dad decided I'm too fragile.
I'm small in height and bones, and I'm scared of everything. I have the traditional dark hair and dark skin of the Seam but not my eyes. My eyes are bright blue. Father says I have my mother's eyes. My mother died in childbirth when I was one. I never really knew her. No one brought it up much. If somehow it did, Dad would disappear into the woods for a few hours. Huck had no choice but to stay with me. He knew that if I was alone during one of these times, I would get upset.
It's my third year in the reaping. When Huck was younger, he refused to let me sign up for Tesserae. Now that he's older, I've signed up for Tesserae 6 times. That puts my name is nine times. I'm always a mess when Reaping Day comes. I had nightmares last night. I shake all over. I don't have too much to worry about, but I'm still scared.
I'm getting ready now. I pull on a simple white dress, a little big for my slight figure. I brush my hair out. It's in tight ringlets as usual, but it still reaches my lower back. I tie it up in a blue ribbon. I put on white slippers. Dad and Huck are waiting for me at the door. They smiled at me reassuringly and I smiled back. I walked between them to the square.
When we arrived, Huck and dad gave me one last hug and I made my way to my age group. Effie Trinket, our ridiculous escort, went on about the usual stuff with the rebellion, the Capitol, blah blah blah. She started with the boys. "Ty Lockhearst!" A boy who I recognized from school walked up to the podium. He was from the Seam. He was tall and muscular. I think he was 16. He was a hunter also. His expression remained a glare. Effie reached into the girls'. She pulled out a slip of paper. "Elodie Wendell." I couldn't believe it. It must be another nightmare. The square seems to be spinning. The shops and the people around me start to distort and twist. My vision fades to blackness before I hit the ground.