I did this all by myself, so all credit goes to me! MWAHAHAA! Wait. Scratch that! All credit goes to Suzanne Collins for creating the original Johanna, the Internet for existing, me, and the Cheez-it company for providing me with maximum snackage. Thanks guys, I love you, and without your existence none of this would be possible. Story time:D
-Chap 1: Timber! -
Chop. Chop. Chop. Over and over again I swing at the stupid trees. "Johanna!" my working partner for the day, Pine, yells at me from the other side of the tree. "Hurry up! This tree isn't gonna cut itself down!" "God Pine, you're three feet away." I try to keep a level voice. He licks the last of the maple syrup from the tin can. Now our bread is going to taste like wood for the day. Chop. Chop. Chop. "Pine, you're supposed to be helping." I snap. Pine looks at me with those annoying green eyes we all have here."I'm the mayor's son. What if I were to be injured?" Pine glares at me. Chop. Chop. Chop. "What if we don't fill our daily quota? Then we both get whipped. It's already midday and we still have four more trees to go." I try to reason. "Father won't let me get whipped." Pine sniffs. "You'll be the one getting the punishment." He smiles. Why does that skinny little loser have to be right? Chop. Chop. Chop.
"So the reaping is next month." Pine chews his share of the bread. He winces at the flavor. Everything here tastes like wood, and it gets annoying. "Who do ya think is gonna get picked?" Pine asks. I just shrug. I hate talking to that idiot. "I'm voting on Acacio from block D." he shrugs. In district 7, voting is a big thing. Bets are placed. I'm sure the tributes are none too happy. "Not Acacio. He's a ranger." I sigh. Rangers are the people in District 7 where they kill of all the beasts that could maul the workers. Mountain lions and such. They don't have to cut down any trees. What I wouldn't do to become a ranger. But if I keep getting stuck with Pine, I'll never be able to chop my thousandth tree and apply to become a ranger. Chop. Chop. Chop. "They'd force someone to volunteer for Acacio." I tell him. "Oh yeah. Of course they wouldn't waste a ranger like that. Then I guess Dagwood would replace him." Pine suggests.
Dagwood isn't all there in the head. I know he'd be first to be picked, since he can barely chop two trees a day. He'd also be the first one to get picked off in the Games. "Or maybe it'll be you!" Pine sneers at me. Chop. Chop. Chop. "Say wasn't your mother picked when she was sixteen? Musta been sad for your Father. A fifteen year old guy stuck caring for a baby all by himself after watching his girlfriend getting eaten up by mutts. Too bad his kid turned out to be a failure." Pine laughs. I feel all hot, and I can't think straight. CHOP. The other workers nearby gasp in horror, as Pine's head rolls around the forest floor. I drop the axe, staring at the smirk on his head.
What have I done?