To be clear this is part of a three-part POV. I.e. there are two other authors who are writing the same story along with me but with a different district and a different POV. 'Amethystwren' is writing a district 8 POV (go check her out!) and 'Englishgleek' is writing a district 7 POV. If you have the time, or the patience, or both :) go check them out. I guess it would be awesome to read the same story but different points of views :)
Disclaimer: I do not own hunger games. I appreciate how awesome it is and admire Suzanne's work. I write for pleasure.
My mum pinches at my dress. Cass groans in disgust and slumps further into her chair. My mum whips around.
"Cassia!" She starts "I wish you'd stop doing that! You'll crease your dress!"
"What does it matter? I won't get reaped." She mutters.
"Jealous much?" I ask. She throws my an evil sneering glance then picks at her dress. It looked as though she was ready to rip it into confetti. Mum finishes pinching at my dress then moves to my hair. This causes Cass to groan louder.
"What now?" Asks mum. Though she hardly seems interested in the answer.
"Can you stop groping and drooling over her. It's pathetic." Cass slouches further into her chair. I thought it was impossible to do it but she managed.
"Look, Cassia," My mum seemed like she had no more patience "You were given the chance to go to the training school but you blew it off. If it wasn't for you skipping classes so you could see that Mango character"
"-Magnus." Cassia corrected
"Oh. My apologies. I didn't realise you still had feelings about for a low life." My mum answers sweetly. I bite my lip to stop me from giggling. Cassia becomes unusually silent which makes me bite my lip harder.
"I don't." Cassia finally replies
"Oh no need for excuses," mum whispers, she spins me around to face her and gasps in delight "Oh Honoria, you look stunning."
"I know." Is my reply. I give no second thought to it. She clicks her fingers at Cass who gives another groan then picks up the mirror off the wall. Cass walks and brings the mirror up to my mum who takes it from her and proposes it in front of me. My hand hovers over the newly tightened bun then along my eye-brushing fringe then down along the dress until I reach my hem. I cock my head at my mirrored image then smile pleasantly.
"I love it. And you." I announce. My mum peeks out from behind the mirror and smiles. I brace myself. Her fingers loosen their grip on the mirror. It crashes to the ground. I bend down to pick up a smashed fragment. It feels weird to hold. Without hesitating, I plunge it into my other, now opened, palm. It stings. Every bit of me aches for me to stop. I look up at my mum who wears are solemn expression then nods. I pull the blade out with a gasp and throw it across the floor.
"Drink." My mum whispers. I pull the palm up to my mouth and suck. It pours down my throat. I hold out my spare hand for the bandage and it's given to me. I wrap it around the wound.
"Blood is strength," My mum says "Don't you forget it."
I shake my head. I don't even think it's possible to. I've been waiting for this so long. I will never forget it.
"I won't."
"Good girl," she grins "Now lets go get you into the games."
I bring myself up. I look at Cassia. She looks at me as to ask why I ever put myself in this position. I flick a smile across my lips. Turning, I follow my mum to the door and I couldn't help but think about what the games will have this year. This is my life. My pride. My destiny. I will welcome it. This is my training. My career. My blood. I will never forget it.
So that was the first chapter :) hoped you liked it :). Could you please review me or something if you have a spare few minutes because I need to improve. I am mildly open for ideas if you want me to put stuff in. It needs to be run past the others and so it might not necessarily get put in :\. Anyway (asking a bit, I know) you could check the others out. They are doing really good and we are fighting over who is going to win :D . Go click on the 'Next' for the next chapter :) -