a/n: My first Hunger Games FanFic! hope you enjoy it:)
disclaimer: I do not own the hunger games trilogy or any of its rights
I wake up with something wet smearing across my face. My eyes adjust to the bright surroundings and my dog stands on top of me licking my face. "Gross Ruby! Back! No!" She hops off of me and plops down at the foot of the bed. I rub the sleep from my eyes, sit up, and reach for the glass of water sitting on my bedside table to get the horrible taste of morning breath out of my mouth. There are three light knocks on my bedroom door followed by the sound of my butlers voice. Mrs. Lascius Breakfast is ready!" I stretch, "Okay Balthar, I'll be right there!" I scream, then swing my feet on to the ground and go to the bathroom to get ready.
After I brush my hair and teeth I pull on a light blue skirt and a ruffly pastel blouse and walk down three long sets of ascending stairs into the dining hall. "Good morning Katri!" my mother says in a peppy voice. "Did you sleep well?" her teal hair brushes the table where she reads a book called the "Twenty Fourth" based on the twenty forth hunger games. "Yes mother" I say, politely as I sit down in front of my large plate of eggs, bacon, and a lightly toasted piece of bread smothered in bright purple jam. "I would have thought you would dress better for today's occasion." mother says scowling. I swallow a bite of egg "What occasion?" the corners of my mom's mouth drop even lower. "I can't believe you forgot again Katri! Its the-" She is cut off by my brothers loud entrance. "Happy Reaping Day!" He yells then plops down and takes a large bite of his bacon. Of course, Reaping day, I can't believe I forgot. "Sorry mother" I say then take a swig of my orange juice. She sighs loudly. "You cant just take an occation like this lightly you know." she says, irritably. "Oh, and happy Reaping day to you too Leonis, at least somebody remembered." she glares at me then looks back down at her book. I take a bite of my sickening sweet toast and watch my brother ingulf his breakfast then drink his large glass of orange juice in three large gulps. "Great breakfast!" Leon yells to our chef then follows his statement with a loud, obnoxious belch. "Manners Leon! You are twelve, not seven!" Mother says. "Gross" I mumble under my breath then push my plate back to Leon to finish and head upstairs to change my clothes.
"Quiet! Its starting!" mother says as we sit in front of a large T.V waiting for the tributes of district one to be chosen. The screen displays District One's marble stage with a pedestal that holds large glass reaping bowl. Sagitarria Jardine's hand dives into the bowl and hovers above the slips of paper before picking an envelope off the very top. She forces the district to wait in suspense as she unfolds the envelope slowly, then taking time to read the name in her head before reading it aloud. After a long wait she finally announces the name on the slip. "Clove Nairn!" The crowd is filled with cheers and whistles and claps as she walks proudly to the stage. She is small, with freckles dotted across her face and jet black hair that is pulled into a tight bun. Once Clove makes her way on to the stage Sagitarria continues. "And now for the boys!" she says cheerfully, the same scripted line every year, that each one of the district representatives say. She goes through the long ritual again then states the male tribute. "Cato Galloway!" she screeches in a voice much like a five year old and the crowds roar. This boy I now know as Cato struts pridefully through the isle of peace keepers and marches on the stage, chin up. "Shake hands you two!" Sagitarria exclaims with much enthusiasm in her voice. "And may the odds be ever in your favor!" Cato and clove smile at each other, shake hands then peace keepers guide them into the room where they will say goodbye to there familys. Soon after the screen switches to district two's stage and I shift on the couch getting ready to watch it all again.
I zone out after District two but am woken up from my daze when I hear my mother gasp. "Twelve volunteer, unheard of." I hear my mother mumble under her breath. I glance at the T.V. and see an older girl, maybe sixteen or seventeen, pushing through a row of peace keepers while a younger girl screeches againced the arms of an older male. The older girl is escorted onto the stage and Effie screams out. "Female tribute, Katniss Everdeen!"