A/N: Hey guys! :) Sorry I haven't updated my other fics in so dang long but I just couldn't keep myself motivated enough to do it. Your only answer to get new chappies is to *cough* review *cough*. Please? I know everyone will be happy if I get enough reviews: readers by chappies and me by reviews. Win-win situation, so what do ya say? ;) On another note, since I didn't feel like updating my twilight fics, I decided to try something new. But - as it says on my profile - I always write fics that are twi-related. And if you think that the Hunger Games isn't Twilight associated, that's where I'd like to contradict a lot of statements. Stephenie Meyer (godess of thy Twilight Saga - without her, Twilight wouldn't be here in the world today! Sorry *blushes* being a little melodramatic now, aren't I? :p) gave reviews for the Hunger Games Trilogy, which - to me - automatically links Hunger Games to Twilight. Get it? :) And another excuse I have for not writing in a while is that I got a laptop, which is a HUGE change from old chunky hell o' a desktop to a nice and new portable notebook. Add to that, I had to get used to the slim and sleek keyboard functions and writing programs (which I dare say, there's a lack of *tear*) which caused yet ANOTHER delay. :( Note that this is my very FIRST *hangs head in shame* HG fanfic and I'm making this up as I go. No plot ready or anything! This chapter is just on of those days when my mind drabbles and speaks incoherent doodaloo (wow, I've made my own word! :p) and convinces my fingers to type it up. If you want me to continue or if you have any ideas please review! It means a LOT to me. :) (And please, if you want me to write the next chappy, make sure this chapter gets at least 5 reviews - or more, that's okay :) - please?)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own The Hunger Games or any of it. Suzanne Collins does. If I were the real author of the Hunger Games, why would I be writing a fanfiction to my own stories when I could just get them published? Oh, that's right. I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES. :( AND...sorry for the babble. Enjoy reading! :)
My name is Kita Rosemary Everdeen Mallark, I am seventeen and I live in District 12, Panem. I question why I have to be the one to carry such a long name. My brother, Panit Everdeen Mellark, who's two years younger, doesn't have the burden of a middle name. But I should stop complaining. Complains are for the weak. Mother doesn't like to be weak - hence why Panit and I try to be strong. And complaining doesn't get us anywhere, does it?
I am in the forest with my spear, hunting game with Panit by my side beyond the District 12 fences. Not that the fences do a good job of keeping things in order.
Panit wields the extra bow and arrows our mother have given him, possibly because I'm better with the spear than the arrows.
We are quiet as we sprint through the green blur of a forest, full of life and - to us - food. Panit manages to strike a couple wild rabbits on our way to the old lake, our desired meeting place. I instinctively throw my silver spear to my left, pinning a wild turkey to a massive oak tree. Panit never questions my aim, as I do the same. We both seem to have inherited unexplainably keen hunting skills. Soon after, we split up to collect berries and catch fish, but we're never too far away from each other.
When we meet up at the little hut nearby, we start a fire that brightens up our shelter's natural gloominess. Panit's grey eyes meet my blue ones and I nod toward his rabbits. Panit and I also have a silent connection - yet another thing between us that bonds us together. As he starts to skin our meal, I take out the box of crackers I snagged in my hunting bag.
Mother told us to be home soon, with food (preferably freshly caught food), so that she and Father can tell us some news. I wonder what news they will tell me, since there are, after all, only two types of news. Good news and bad news. Everybody wants good news, so when they get bad news, the become disappointed. Which is exactly why I imagine the worst scenario possible so nothing comes at me horribly unexpected.
As one thing leads to another, I start thinking of the cruel and unmerciful Hunger Games. My parents told the full story to me a couple months back, but Pan has still ought to hear the more grisly details. Mother and Father were in it - and against all odds - both of them survived, even though there was only to be one victor of each game. They stirred up the rebellion, they are the ones many rebels look up to until this day. They were historic and brave - I can only hope I can be brave enough and still have a happy-ish ending. Ish because even though Mother and Father survived, they constantly live through the traumas and nightmares of their past. There's not one moment where they forget about it. Their past haunts them. Even though Mother tries to put on a show for us of being strong, every night I have to endure Mother's screams and sobs and Father's shaky reassurances. But even Father has his own moments.
I am so lost in thoughts and flashbacks that I don't notice Panit trying to catch my attention.
"Hellooo Kitty? You there?" Ugh, it was annoying when Panit says 'Hello Kitty' to me. It reminds me of that cute and cuddly animated cat character that the world long ago once created. But it was his way of brotherly love, so I try to cope with it.
"Can't you see for yourself? It's not like I left or anything." It was a lame comeback but it was all I have at the moment.
"Your piece of finely cooked rabbit is done, if I do say so myself." He says, one blond brow raised cockily.
I snatch my portion and gave Panit a playful shove. "It is so not finely cooked, Pan. You haven't let the best ingredient do her job yet."
"Let me consider that…Nope. You'd only just ruin the fine quality about this fine culinary masterpiece." Pan says, still cocky but now more playful.
"Nah, I think I would perfect your so called 'fine' culinary master flunk."
I look up to the yellowing sky and I know it's about time to leave. Pat seems to know this too, so he packs up our goods and we head home, weapons in hand.
A/N: So are you wondering what this "news" Katniss and Peeta want to tell their kids? So am I...so am I...*walks away lost in thought*
So yes, I am so sorry for making this a very, very short chapter but it was just a drabble. Something spontanous - just like my fic Theft which I'll hopefully be updating soon. If you want me to continue this story to the poin where it actually becomes interesting *gasp* then I suggest you...REVIEW PLEASE! :) All I need is 5 reviews to start working on the next chappy so review pretty please with a sprinkle of Peeta/Gale on top? (Yesh, it is kinda hard to choose between them so I guess I'm, let's say, Team District 12! Wow...I've got to get out more...:p)
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Ronnie - who is near paralysis with the thought of high school. For those who don't know, Ronnie will be starting her freshman year in high school tomorrow (09.07.2010)!