Hi! This is my Hunger Games fan fiction. Katniss, Peeta, Gale or any other charters are not in this story. (As u can prob tell by the way its year 17).Chapter One
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping though the window of my house. I slowly opened my eyes and let the light enter them. A new day a head of me. Maybe a good day? A musty smell of dust hit my nose. I really just wanted to turn back around and rest my head on the pillow but i knew that i couldn't. I had to get up and get ready. I sat up in my creaking bed and stretched my arms. A small bit of light came through the blinds allowing me to see. I saw the empty bed beside mine. Really i should sell that bed but i haven't brought myself to it yet. Then it hit me, why today was different... today is Reaping day. My name was in here a lot, not really sure how many times. Today could change my life or make it stay the same. I will have to wait till later...
I wondered out of bed and into my kitchen to find food. The house was wary quiet. No one else was here but me. Lonely as always and always shall be. When I realized that there was no food in my house I just sat on the chair and rested my head on the table. I thought for a while about today. Maybe it would be better for me to go in to the games. I had no point to my life. No one to make sure I got food for or to make sure was warm at night. I might as well just go in. I have been saying that to myself for the past 3 years but I am still here. Maybe something will happen and everything will get better or maybe there is a point to my life... I am still waiting for that day.
Coldness was creeping around me so i guess that it is time to get dressed. I hoped off to my room and pulled on a t-shirt, a navy faded hoodie and a black pair of tight pants. I was just tieing up my hair when I heard a knock on my front door.
"Come in" I said towards the door.
A young man walked in, dressed in worn jeans and a long sleeved grey top. His hair was messed around from not being brushed.
"Hey" he said walking over to me. His green eyes looking at me, wondering what was wrong.
"Hey, Booker" i said back.
'Booker' was my best friend since forever. 'Booker' isn't his real name but everyone calls him that.
I could already feel the awkwardness around us for the day. If i went into the games today, it wouldn't matter cause no one is at home cheering me on. Its different for Booker. He is the second oldest of five. His older sister has moved out already so he is left to mind his younger siblings with his mother and kinda his dad. His dad is a horrible person who drinks all the time, so now Booker is in charge of getting food for his brothers and sisters. So it is really important that he dosn't go into the games.
"So you ready?" I asked .
"Yep! Let's get a move on" Booker said.
I grabbed my huting knives amd bag and followed Booker out.
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