Hi everyone. This is my first real story up on fanfiction, so please no flames. I would love some constuctive criticism, though! So, I hope you like it!
-2 years ago(13 years old)-
'Beep, Beep, Beep!' The alarm clock blares out a warning; I need to get up. My average size bed, bought by meager
Peacekeeper earnings, shakes with the electric clock. Even though my father has been a Peacekeeper since I was born, I still won't see him for another 8 years because I'm 13. My mom is in District 1, promoting a special shampoo. Finally, I have the house to myself!
I yawn and get up. The button to order food is in the other room so I walk up to it. My still blurry mind craves pancakes. After I finish, I walk into the living room. My father's gun lays on the windowsill. It looks so dangerous, a small brown pistol with a red
trigger. When I pick it up, it purrs and I point it at a window, just kidding around. My pinky taps the trigger, knowing it won't shoot.
'Bang!' A woman falls to the ground, dead. I jump back, horrified at what I have done. Two Peacekeepers storm the house
and grab my arms, twisting them. They wear horrid puke-green suits and carry holster guns.
"What the hell did you just do?", the taller one slowly spits out.
"I was just-" I try to talk when the chubbier one cuts me off.
"That's enough. Do you realize that was Vezia Armigon? She was the president's friend and a Gamemaker!" He seems almost worried for me.
"Let it explain.", the taller one coldly orders.
"My mother's in District 1 and my father's a Peacekeeper. I was just pretending. The trigger must be broken; I only tapped it!", I manage to stutter.
"Yeah, sure. I'd suggest using your tongue the right way before we cut it out. Into the car, Corro!", he barks.
The chubbier one, Corro, steers me into a truck and locks the doors. The Peacekeepers jump into the front of the armored truck.
Although the president's main control base is only 11 minutes away, it feels like the longest millenium ever. Once we arrive, I
am shoved into a hallway filled with officials.
"Hey girlie, have fun? Good!", a Peacekeeper jeers. He's drunk.
I am about to shout something back when a saering pain erupts in my arm and everything goes black.
Yay! Finally done! Okay, the next chapter will be up by at least tomorrow! Also, if you have any questions about the story, just PM me. Don't forget to review!
