Hi, thank you for reading my story. This actually one of my first fanfictions, so don't be too harsh on me. This the first chapter and I hope to write further. Hlease help me or give me ideas by commenting or reviewing my story. It means a lot to me, truly. More chapters coming!
When I heard my name I knew my life was over. So many people told me that I wouldn't be picked, but I had this feeling you know. It's that kind of feeling you have when you need to do something in front of the class and have the feeling that everyone is talking about you behind your back. While I walked to the stage I saw everyone looking at me. Some looks were filled with disbelief or compassion, but others were filled with relief and joy. I didn't mind them, I would have done the same if I was one them. The lucky ones. While walking the stairs to the stage I saw the female tribute nervously pulling her dress and trying to maintain a straight face. Then I saw the woman that called my name. I didn't even know if she was a woman or human at all. She wore a short purple-red dress and a big fluffy top made of a blue and green fabric. And her hair! I was amazed by how high it rose from her head and especially the colours. It was green on top and became red nearing the bottom. She took me by my arm and put me next to the girl. We looked at each other uneasily and then back at the woman who introduced herself as Maganta Mayberry. She told a short speech of how delighted she was that it was at last time for the Hunger Games to begin. She looked at us and asked us to shake hands. Once we did she took us into our district management office and closed the doors behind us. But I'm forgetting the details. I haven't even properly introduced myself. How rude. Maganta would totally kill me if I would do this in the Capitol. My name is Mink Fellar, 16 years old and a 'proud' inhabitant of District 11. Life isn't easy but I learned to cope with the tracker jackers on the vineyards and the warm summers and cold winters. At school I was just an average student with acceptable grades and just a handful of friends, but it was all I could wish for if I look back at it. I couldn't have known that this would change my life. There are over 500 boys in our district and from all of them I was chosen. I know the girl that was chosen is called Myrah Trennt, but that is all I know beside that she is just as old as I am. Back in reality I am taken to a room where I am told to wait. After a while my mother storms in and gives me a strong hug. Then she grabs my head with both her hands. I see tears building up in her eyes and wipe them away from her cheek. She tells me that she has always loved me and gives me a small chain with a silver eagle on it. My father had given it to her before he ran off with some woman on the other side of the district. She tells that if I am desperate or on the end of my life I should look at it and just close my eyes. I tell her that it isn't necessary, that I will return, but she refuses to take it back. She tells me that she only wants me to feel like a piece of home is with me. A knock on the door is the sign that my mother has to leave and then someone else walks in. I cannot believe it. My father. He walks towards me and tells me that I had to show them that even a small boy can cast a large shadow over the Capitol. After saying that he walks away. Shortly after Maganta comes in and escorts me to a car. I have never been in a car and it just feels a bit awkward to see so many people gathered around the vehicle and looking inside. The car drives to the train station where a shining silver train is waiting. After a couple of pictures and an interview we are taken inside. I look back once more towards my home before the doors close. And then it hits me.
I am a tribute now.
