Newstory, let's hope this one turns out well and doesn't run out of feul like my others! Uh huh. Well read the summary, that describes (ish) what this will be about :) Ready? Lets begin!
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May 26
My brother and I grew up in the place that my mother says used to be called District 12. Now, it's simply called "The Wood."
Why is it named that? Honestly, it's pretty obvious once you've visited. The place is surrounded by a huge forest, as is out conjoining community, which used to be District 7. Districts 7 and 12 used to not have any ties, but now they share everything. You see, the communities form a tightly knit clan. When the rebels won the War of Panem, my mother and father, along with a few select others, decided that those in Districts 1 and 2, as well as Capitol citizens, would be tried. Those found guilty would be forced to live in the Outlands, while all innocent would be able to enjoy life in the Communities.
You learned at a young age to never mention the Outlands. I soon found out that it was a horrible idea to bring it up for even a split second around my mother. She had approved of them of course, but they brought back her nightmares. And my father would lecture my brother and I, before going off to comfort her.
My parents are victors of the Hunger Games. The Games may not exist any longer, but we learned about them in school as children, and the remaining victors are still seen as idols.
No, the Games do not exist, but there is worse. Those in the Outlands face a never-ending nightmare. They are subjecting to a living hell, because they live in an untelevised, Games.
Never, ever, does somebody visit the Outlands. Not if they haven't been sentenced there as punishment for a crime.
"Oli, what are you doing?" my younger brother, Thomas, asked as he stepped into my room.
"Writing. Next time can you knock or something? It really isn't polite to just barge into someone's room."
"Oh shut up. Can I see what you were writing?"
"No. Now what do you want?"
"Did I say I wanted anything? No."
"Oh come off it, Tom. Tell me why you're bugging e so that I can get back to my writing."
He sighed, "Fine. Mom told me to get you, she wants to show you something."
I rose up, off my chair, then smacked him upside the head.
"OW!" he exclaimed, "What was that for?"
"You should have told me right away. Gosh you're dense!"
"Well it's not like I'm doing you any favors. What could Mom show you that's interesting anyways?"
"Oh I don't know, perhaps something from her past? Like a picture of her mysterious sister that we never hear about but apparently died in the war? Or our grandparents? Or, hmmm maybe even something about Gale, whom she never talks about anymore? I mean, come on Thomas! We're teenagers now and we still know nothing about our parents' childhood except for what limited facts they and the textbooks tell us."
"Whatever. Good luck with that, you know as well as I do that any mention of those people will get you a good long lecture from Dad, and cause Mom to hide away in her room for a while."
I huffed and stalked past him, out of the room. Hopefully some good will come out of this day.
Heehee! I had NO idea what I was going to write at that first author's note! But I think this turned out pretty decent (if not for the disappointing length) if I might say so myself. Let me know what you think! Anyone who's read my Mark of Athena knows that I love reviews ;) ~La
