My First ev
anfic. Please no mean reviews!
I sat down on the couch, tucking my feet under my body. I smiled as I watched my father, Haymitch, fall over on the stage of District 12. I wrapped my blanket tightly around my body as I clicked onto the Hunger Games. I suddenly sat up, staring in horror as Katniss was lifted up. I re-winded the TV quickly and watched as just before Thresh came, Clover slit Katniss throat. Blood flooded Clover's hands as Katniss died quickly, then Thresh came.
I ripped my blanket off and raced upstairs, going three at a time. I grabbed my Father's phone and quickly dialed his number... He didn't answer. I wiped my face and slid down the wall, sighing.
My name is Jade Abernathy, Haymitch is my father. I bet none you knew that Haymitch had a daughter. He had kept me hidden, afraid that if I was known by the Peace-Keepers, I would go into the Hunger-Games. Of course, nothing is hidden from the Presidant but he had promised my father to keep me safe from the Games. I look like my mother, though she died when I was born, I've seen the pictures dad keeps in his wallet. I have her emerald green eyes, her beautiful, silky black hair that looks good even on the worst of days.. I'm almost an exact copy of her, but I have my dad's personality.
After trying to call my dad about a hundred times, I gave up and slunk downstairs. All the tributes were watching the anthem, I flinched as the picture of Katniss came up on my TV, I crawled under my blankets and wrapped them as tightly as I could go around my body.
Poor Peeta... I thought sadly as they zoomed up on his tear-streaked face, his eyes were rimmed red, his nose looked like a waterfall. Suddenly, as if realizing the camera's were on him, he covered his face and vanished into the shadows. Suddenly, the phone's loud music rippled through the silent house. I basically fell off my couch as I raced up stairs, snapping up the phone and shoving it close to my ear.
"Jade, sweetie?" My father's voice sounded ragged, almost broken. I could ear a voice in the back-round: "? Here's your drinks..." I heard him snatching up one and throwing it, shattering it against the wall.
"Daddy... I watched..." I said quietly, sitting down on the bed and wrapping my arms around a pillow while balencing the phone on my shoulder.
"I know... Poor Katniss... I'll have to send Peeta his medicine right away.. If I want him to win..." I nodded and grabbed his bedding-sheets. "I thought... I thought she would live.." Now Daddy was just talking to himself, I listened to him silently, leaning back. My back elbow smacked the lamp and it shattered on the ground.
"Jade! Are you alright?" My Father's scream made me shove the phone away from my ear. "Dad! I'm fine!" I snapped into the phone, then sighed. "I have to go... Love you dad..." I stopped, knowing that the next words would hurt him. "May be the odds be in your favor." Without waiting for him to answer, I snapped the phone down, suddenly angry.
I picked up one of his lamps, drew my arm back and slammed it into the hard wall. It shattered and fell to the ground. Anger bubbled in my body, my hands itched to go throw something else. I opened the bed-room door and fled downstairs, opening the front door and fleeing into the night. I ran away, feeling myself trip over rocks and other stuff. I slipped under the large fence that guarded the meadow and raced into the woods.
He cares more about Katniss then he does about me!
Katniss this... Katniss that!
I collasped on the ground, my chest heaving tiredly. I wiped the remaining tears from my face and slowly stood up, my hand placed roughly on the tree. I walked away from the Meadow, suddenly feeling calm. I shoved the door open and walked up to his room, cleaning up the shattered pieces of glass I grabbed the phone and saw that I had a voice-mail, from my Dad, saying that he was coming home tomorrow. I laid down on my bed, burying my face into my pillows.