Through My Eyes – Glimmer's POV
HEY EVERYONE! This is my first ever fan fiction! I'm so excited! I love the Hunger Games, it is my favourite book and movie so I thought, why not write a fan fiction about it? Glimmer was defiantly my favourite character. So here she is from her POV.
Chapter 1
The ground is feels like ice against my feet as I slowly step out of bed. Normally I would hesitate to get out of bed on such a cold morning as I would fear to get a cold, however today is different. Today is the day of the reaping. One boy and one girl are selected each year to compete as tributes in a fight to the death. This is called the Hunger Games and this year, it's my year to win. My name is Glimmer and I live in District 1, where all the luxury items for the Capitol are produced. The best part about living here is that all the items that the people of the Capitol do not want, we get to keep them.
I walk down the dusty, white stair case to the kitchen. Mother is already sitting at the table with my 2 younger sisters, Spark and Emerald, my younger brother, Blitz and my older brother, Sterling. They are all eating my favourite, pancakes and strawberries. I lick my lips, "Mother, how on earth did you afford this!?" I kiss her on the cheek. "Well your Dad has been working extra shifts, so we could afford to buy a little treat." I look around for Dad, he's nowhere in sight. "No use looking for him, he's too caught up talking to the mayor. He never has time for us remember?" Sterling grumbles. "Don't say that Sterling, you have to remember, your Father has had a lot on his plate at the moment with the council, you of all people should know that." Mother speaks up. She always stands up for Dad. "Well it's true." Sterling snaps back. Mother just shakes her head and hands me a plate and I start eating. I don't eat much however; it must be all the nerves.
When I get to my room, I see that mother has laid out a beautiful, short, pink and white dress. It is strapless, tight but with frills at the top and loose and floaty at the bottom. I recognize the dress but it's not mine. I see a faded tag and I read it, being careful not to rip it. It has written on it, "Ruby". Mother is standing at the door, looking quite pleased with herself. I whip around, looking stunned. "Mother," I sigh," you know I can't wear this."
"Glim, your seventeen now. Ruby would've wanted you to wear this."
I breathe deeply, I know that I can't argue, but it just doesn't feel right to wear this dress. It was my sister's, Ruby's. She was reaped to be in the Hunger Games 4 years ago. She was 13, and she died around half way through from being shot by an arrow by a boy from district 7. I slip it on; the material is soft and silky. I look at myself in the mirror and let my hair down from the bun that it was previously in. My blonde ringlets fall past my shoulders and around half way down my back. I pull my hair to the front and brush it out of my face. I look at myself directly in my emerald coloured eyes, and quite honestly, I look absolutely terrified. I practice poises in the mirror. I want to look good for the Capitol. Around 10 minutes later, my mother calls me. It's time for the Reaping