Hi, there. So this is my first fanfic ever and I hope you like it!
Haruhi in the Hunger Games
Ch.1
I desperately wish there was a wall of some kind to put my fingers on. Ever since fourth grade I've always put my fingers on a wall instead of crossing them, but for now crossing is the best I get.
"Our female tribute for the 74th Hunger Games is Haruhi Fujioka!" says Effie Trinket with a smile. All eyes zero in on me. Shock takes over before anything else. I walk up to the stage with no signs of expression at all. Then it hits me. I look into the crowd for my tranny dad and bite my lip so hard it draws out blood. He's shaking, but trying to be strong for me. He doesn't have to be though; I can be strong for myself. The sick-to-look-at-bubblegum-pink-haired lady whispers, "I thought I called for a female tribute." I spit on her shoes and watch her grimace in horror.
I mutter under my breath, "Damn, Capitol people."
"Now to pick our male tribute; it's Arai Izumi! Don't be shy, come up here." I can see the look of terror encompass his face. He's in my class at school. I give him a sympathetic look. I zone out and think of everything this means. Will my father be okay? Can I handle this? I snap out and realize they're moving us to an ornate room. My dad enters holding back tears.
"My little girl has to grow up now. It's a good thing you're so independent," he says.
"Dad, I love you. I'm coming back," I say with a sense of courage, "I won't die back there. I'm not going to let myself be murdered. I'll fight and I'll do whatever it takes, okay?" His shocked expression told me how he felt: he won't be able to stand me to killing somebody. He kisses my cheek and hugs me so tightly I lose my breath.
My next visitor comes. It's Misuzu, a friend of my father. He's bawling and the black dirt around his eyes (the best makeup people here can afford) runs.
"Haruhi, dear, take this." I cup my hands and he gives me a ribbon. It's satiny-smooth and the same color of my eyes: chocolate brown with hints of gold. Misuzu ties it around my head so that it acts like a headband. "There, now you look like a samurai," he says with a half-hearted smile.
"Thank you," I say. "I'll wear it into the games and let everybody know I'm a warrior." He smiles and waves goodbye.
End scene. So what did you think? I'll try to post a chapter at LEAST once a month. My friend is helping me with the plotline so credit to Miranda, my assistant and editor. I got the idea from a RP I saw so also credit to whoever I saw it from.