I'm Not Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Panem or The Hunger Games only the most fabulous Suzanne Collins does. No profit is being made from this!
Authors Note: I've been feeling like I should put up a Hunger Games fan fic so I quickly threw this one together. It's only a short 500 words but I'm hoping as the story progresses that the chapters will become longer. I should have the next chapter up in a week or so but I've always got something on so it may take a little longer. Reviews are greatly appreciated and I love it whenever you favorite/watch my stories and just ask MarauderAtHeart. I always call her and read them out to her, somewhat like a small child but I LOVE whenever you do it! Read away and enjoy ;D
Chapter 1: I wasn't prepared for this.
The Justice Building in District 4 was set against the backdrop of the never-ending sea; it would be a beautiful sight if it weren't for the event taking place. Sierra Dawn stood in the back of the girls section at the Reaping, waiting for the ceremony to begin. She watched her little sister Gemma from a distance, who was chatting good naturedly with the girls around her, blissfully unaware of the gravity of the situation.
Twenty minutes passed and the Capitol anthem was blaring over the crowd as recaps of the reapings from Districts 1, 2 and 3 were played briefly on the large screens. Sierra thought some of the male tributes looked particularly frightening and realized this could be a bloody year. She clenched her hands in fists as the Capitol's propaganda video began to play, along with the same speech from President Snow as played every year. Sierra would never say it aloud but she abhorred the Capitol and everything it stood for, and couldn't believe how eager some of the people standing around her looked.
A short Capitol man wearing a deep red suit announced that it was time to choose the tributes. "Boys first this year, I think," he said pensively as he walked over to the ball of names on the right. He pulled the slip from the very top and center and unfolded it, calling out "GRAYSON MILLS!" in a loud clear voice. A boy with curly brown hair began to walk up to the stage, looking pale faced but steady. There was the polite applause and whistles as he made an effort to look confident as he shook the escort and his mentor's hands. Then, the escort walked to the other ball of slips, pulled out one from the very bottom, opened it up and read out loud, "SIERRA DAWN!"
Sierras heart fell as she heard this. Taking a deep breath she began to steadily walk up to the stage. Whispers flew through the crowd as they realized I was the mayors' daughter. I walked up the stairs trying not to look over my shoulder at Gemma. I shook hands with my escort and mentor before turning back towards the crowd. I couldn't resist anymore and found Gemmas tear streaked face near the front of the stage. Its okay I mouthed to her even though I barely believed it myself.
The crowd gave a round of applause as the escort continued the presentation, none of which Sierra heard. She was too deep in thought about what would come of the next few weeks. What would life be like for her family having to watch my death on the screens that would be stationed around the District for the duration of the Games? It was too late to turn back now, she couldn't have if she wanted to anyway as the Peacekeepers were guising her and Grayson off stage into the justice building now.