Disclaimer- I don't own The Hunger Games!
This is my first story, so it might not be that feel free to say how i could improve it down below in the review box.
Most of the preface is from the book, just so i can set the scence correctly.
Enjoy!
Preface
Katniss's P.O.V
"Let's get Katniss Everdeen to her wedding in style!" Laughs Caesar casually. It's the same old fake capitol voice projecting from the screen. I'm about to shut off the television, but then Caesar is telling us to stay tuned for the other big event of the evening.
"That's right, this year will be the seventy-fifth anniversary of the Hunger Games, and that means it's time for our third Quarter Quell!"
"What will they do?" asked Prim. "It isn't for months yet."
We turn to our mother, whose expression is solemn and distant, as if she's remembering something.
"It must be the reading of the card."
The anthem plays, and my throat tightens with revulsion as President Snow takes the stage. He's followed by a young boy dressed in a white suit holding a simple wooden box. The anthem ends, and Presidant snow begins to speak, to remind us all of the dark days from which the Hunger Games were born. When the laws for the Games were laid out, they dictated that every twenty-five years the anniversary would be marked by a Quarter Quell. It would call for a glorified version of the Games to make fresh the memory of those killed by the districts' rebellion.
These words could not be more pointed, since I suspect several districts are rebelling right now.
President Snow goes on to tell us what happen in previous Quarter Quells.
"On the twenty-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that their children were dying because of them, every district was made to hold an election and vote on the tributes who would represent it."
I wonder how that would of felt. Picking the kids who had to go. It is worse, I think, to be turned over by your own neighbours than have your name drawn from the reaping ball.
"On the fiftieth anniversary," the president continues, "as a reminder that two rebels died for each capitol citizen, every district was required to send twice as many tributes." I imagine facing a field of forty-seven instead of twenty- three. Worse odds, less hope, and ultimately more dead kids. That was the year that Haymitch won…
" I had a friend who went in that year," says my mother quietly. "Maysilee Donner. Her parents owned a sweet shop. They gave me her song bird afterwards. A canary."
Prim and I exchange a look. It the first time we've heard of Maysilee Donner. Maybe because my mother knew we wanted to know how she died.
" And now we honour our third Quarter Quell," says the president. The little boy in white steps forward, holding out the box as he open the lid. We can see the tidy, upright rows of yellowed envelopes. Whoever devised the Quarter Quell system had prepared for centuries of Hunger Games. The president removes an envelope clearly marked with a 75. He runs his finger under the flap and pulls out a small square piece of paper. Without hesitation , he reads, "On the seventy fifty anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even those among the strongest are not safe from the power of the capitol, the reaping will be pulled from past victors relations; their children and siblings."
For a moment I sit in shock, but finally it sinks in. It is not some Stanger from the Seam I will be mentoring. My sister will be going into the games; and this time there is nothing I can do to stop it...