Disclaimer: I've written two stories, but wanted a fresh start. I write pretty short chapters, but try to give you something short and addictive, like a shot of a beverage you like. I own what I own. I definitely do not own the hunger games. Please don't sue me if I forgot something or worded something wrong, and please review (good things, I hope) Thanks. Here we go...
Isn't childish thinking an entertaining but rather marvelous way of rationalizing and organizing things in our heads? Just saying. I love it.
Ch.1
The Amethyst
Three minutes till school is out for the Reaping Break. "Amethyst!" the instructor called. "You're up." I flipped my long blonde hair as I got up, trying to look picturesque. Today was sword training, so I picked up my crystal sword, and stood on guard next to the instructor. He lunged, so I quickly deflected his attack. Knowing he was not ready for that, I disarmed him by swirling my blade around his. When he was finally at my mercy, my audience noticed and they stood and clapped for me. I realized that my match took a span of literally two seconds, and then I walked back gracefully. "Okay," the instructor called again exasperated, "Since there is only a few minutes left, I'm going to dismiss. Have a happy Hunger Games, and if you are reaped, bring honor to District One. Bye." Like that, everyone got up and started heading out.
I found my little brother Mars and we began our journey home. His red eyes gleamed in the sunlight. Mom had her eyes genetically enhanced so that they would be red and Dad's eyes were purple. They named me Amethyst because of my amethyst eyes and named him Mars because of his crimson beams. The eyes were the last things we have that were theirs. They died four years ago, so now we live in the orphanage. I'm the only one that looks after Mars and he's all I have. "I saw you beat Mr. Jacobs today." He says with enthusiasm.
"You did? What did you think?"
"It was so cool getting to see you beat the instructor. I'm pretty sure no one will mess with me now that they've seen what my big sister can do."
"Okay well don't let it go to your head." I say sarcastically. He rushes through the doors of the orphanage and I trail behind. When I walk through the doors though, the reception desk is transformed into a check-in counter. I walk over to it. Apparently, all doors are going to be locked at curfew so that no tribute "possibles" can get out. Mrs. Nancy is waiting for me at the desk.
"Are you ready for tomorrow?" she asks.
"Of course, but… what happens if I get picked? What will happen to him if I died?"
"For God's sake Amethyst you guys are at an orphanage for a reason. If you died, I would take care of him."
"True, but that's not what I meant. I guess I'm off to bed. Night, Nancy."
"Night, doll."
As I walked to my room, I noticed that everything was quiet in the hallways. It seemed as though everything in the world but me was frozen. I couldn't help think one of the most childish thoughts possible. What if everything was frozen? If time is stopped, how long will it be stopped? What is keeping time of how much longer this timelessness will have till life will continue? My illogical process ceases when a little girl runs past me. What funny thoughts for an eighteen year-old to be thinking.
I reach my room and open the door. I feel awfully drowsy, so drowsy in fact that I don't even care that tomorrow is the fifth Reaping Day. I lie down on my bed and fall asleep to the sound of nothingness.
