Hey everybody! I have many things to say here. First, if there's any mistakes since I wrote in third person to match Suzanne Collins, please excuse them or point them out for me. Second, this idea is from a good friend of my who isn't a fanfiction writer. He's doing it for a reason I don't really understand 100%, so I guess it's for the lols. It's gonna be really cool when we film it together. Third, Chao's Chosen got a heads up because most people read that book, so thanks for that. I'll see you later with possibly another new book! wink wink nudge nudge - Steven
The First Quarter Quell
Chapter 1: Just A Normal Day
Allan Schmidt opened his eyes, waking up on another normal day in District 5. He woke up, stretching as he got out of bed. He did the usual things he did when he woke up, brushing his teeth, eating breakfast and taking a shower, not in that order. He was sadly an orphan, having his father die as a security officer that patrolled the plant that powered all of Panem while his mother, who was a geologist worked out new plans to be more efficient in making power. The plant had suddenly exploded, the causes unknown. Allan had been eight at the time, so he didn't understand the full extent of it. But that was the past. He was now a grown man, having graduated from university successfully.
He had a diploma that allowed him to qualify as a geologist, like his mother. He woke up early so he could go for an interview to work at the power plant as one. Allan got dressed and left walking for the power plant. It was breathtaking to look at it if it was your first time, a huge hulking chunk of stone craftsmanship in the distance, a quick five to ten minute walk for Allan. As he walked over to there, he took in his surroundings even though he had done so his entire life since he lived here. District 5 wasn't too rich, but they weren't poor either. They were the middle class, with districts like 1, 2 and 4 being the richest and districts like 10, 11 and 12 being the poorest.
Allan sometimes pity those that were down on luck in these poorer districts, but he never voiced those thoughts. He had learned some things being an orphan, and he learned that it wasn't always wise to voice your thoughts. Some would not agree with you, and it could cost you. Allan had gained respect from the people who lived here, since he didn't voiced all his thoughts, and the fact that his parents died. Many had knew someone who lost a loved one, and they were surprised at how he acted about it. A kid that young shouldn't suffer something like that. Such a tragedy would usually unravel an eight year old, but he persevered and pulled through the hard game of life. Allan reached the power plant and opened the doors, He walked in towards the reception desk, where a lady sat doing some computer work. "Excuse me, where is room 17?" I asked. "Allan Schmidt. I'm here for an interview."
The lady looked up at him before typing in something. "Yes you are." she replied. "Go to the end of that hallway to the right." "Thank you." Allan replied before heading off for his interview. Once he got there, a man outside in a black suit and a tie opened the door for him. "For security purposes." Allan thought as he sat down in the plastic chair set for him. Honestly, the security guard reminded him of his father. He had only been eight when his parents died, so he couldn't really remember them, but he had one memory, as clear as crystal, in the form of a photograph. He always wore jackets or shirts with chest pockets, no matter the weather, and he made sure no one knew why. It was a picture of him and his parents when he was eight.
They had taken the picture on a Take Your Kid To Work day, and they all looked so happy together. It reminded Allan of where he came from, and the good times he had before disaster struck. Allan pulled out the photograph, looking at it. Staring at his former life made him tear up, so before the interviewers came he quickly wiped away his tears and tucked away the photograph next to his heart. A minute later, another man in a black suit and a tie walked in. He sat down on the other side of the table. Allan looked at him as he started to talk. "So, Mr. Schmidt, you want to apply here as a geologist?" the man asked me.
Allan nodded. "Yes I do. I have this PhD for the job from university." he told him, handing the certificate over. He looked it over, then nodded in approval. "Looks in order." he said. "I believe you are also the son of Natalie Schmidt correct?" "Yes." Allan replied. "She worked here as a geologist too." The man nodded once more. "She is well known. She helped a lot in making our power plant into what it is today, at least before the… accident." The man passed my certificate for my PhD back before giving me a package of papers. "Sign those and you can consider yourself hired." "Wait, what?" Allan asked him, surprised. The man smiled. "Everything looks in order. Also, if you're as good as your mother, then we will have a very helpful worker in the plant." "Thank you sir." he said, stunned. Allan grabbed a pen and quickly signed all the papers. He gave them back to the man. "Thank you. I'll see you Monday. Good day." The man stood up and left, Allan standing up to follow, a grin on his face. As he walked out, he thought that life was finally taking a turn for him. But he didn't know what would happen in the next week to come.
It's our boy Allan Schmidt! Just saying, some things might be really silly like the names of the characters, so get ready for those things! Thanks for helping me grow my popularity and I hope this book gains popularity as well! - Steven