Hello! This was my first Fanfic, but now I currently have a several stories and I'm on my quest to reread and revise my chapters as the grammar before was terrible!
Warning: this is a parody. Do not review saying how messed up I am, because this is on purpose. Do not threaten me with death for making Peeta look like an idiot. If you really do hate the story, I advise you to not comment and find another to read. Thank you.
I woke up on reaping day to find the sun shining down upon me, a perfect breeze blowing through my cracked window. What a wonderful way to start the day everyone is born to dread. Except those in the capital, of course. They see this day as an opportunity to watch the killing of one another. I mean really! What did those crazy District 1 people think of modern society! I drew in a deep breath and got up to start the day. Once I walked into the kitchen, I saw my dad eating the last of the squirrel he bought from Katniss Everdeen days ago. If only she would notice me…
A thought came to my mind so quickly I jumped into the air. My dad gave me a strange look but ignored it and continued to eat. My parents see me do the oddest of things that they started not to ask years ago. It supported me but became useful every so often. I sprinted out the door into the blinding light of the sun.
Nobody was outside on reaping day, as usual. Everyone spends time with their families before they are publicly ripped away from them. It took me a while to get to the victors village, but once I got there, I saw all of the beautiful homes. Except for the one where I was headed. It once was a house where all of District 12 could only dream of living, with high ceilings, working electricity, and running water. I was headed toward a trashed out house with alcohol bottles and a yard that looks as if it has been abandon for 50 years, which of course, it has.
After I knocked on the door repeatedly, it was about 15 minutes until an old, poorly dressed man (yes, I have a sense of fashion too) hobbled out. "Peeta Mellark?"
"Ummm, hello Hamitch," I asked warily, "Can you do me a favor?" Usually, asking anything of Haymitch would lead to a forceful leave, but he nodded and showed me inside. The inside looked just as bad as the outside. Fortunately, I didn't feel the need to vomit in his presence.
"Do you know Katniss Everdeen?"
"Ahhh, the hunter."
"Yes, well, I have loved her since I first saw her, and, um, I'd like to stand out to her by joining The Games. If I volunteer, everyone will think I'm committing suicide, which I am right now, and think I'm betraying my family. But could you make sure that my name is pulled out at the reaping?"
Haymitch sprayed the carpet with the mysteriously odd-colored fluid he was drinking and looked at me with unbelieving eyes. "Kid, are you sure you want to do this?" With Haymitch completing the Hunger Games once, I can for once see his reasoning. "Going up to her and proclaiming your love would be much more effective and non-deadly."
"No, I'm sure. I don't care if I loose my life doing this, I just want Katniss to notice I'm an actual person and to respect me with her life." As I said that phrase, I realized there was no turning back now.
"Ill talk this over with Effie and see what I can do."
I left the house with fear building in the pit of my stomach.
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