Hunger Games: Once Again

by Silverlight9906b

Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, renowned victors of the 74th and 75th Annual Hunger Games are now retired and parents of two, Ashley and Josh, both who are clearly educated in the history of the hunger games but not in President Snow's dearly granddaughter, who is ready to cause mayhem. She is bringing a new war, a war where games are going to be far worse in the world.

Hunger Games: Once Again

(Chapter 1) New beginnings

My eyes flutter open as sunlight streaks through my window curtains, filling my room with a bright tinted color of sunshine. This reminds me of coal, district 12 and my mother and father's costumes for a far to worse thing to imagine, known as the Hunger Games.

My name is Ashley Mellark and I am the daughter of Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, renowned victors of the 74th and 75th Annual Hunger Games. I'm almost 13 now, my birthday is in 2 weeks, August 10th to be precise. The day that summer, my favorite season, begins.

I currently live with my parents and my older brother, Josh, whose name was chosen by our father, who had had a gut feeling that it was the perfect name for him. Which would lead you to understand my name, which was a completely different story since it had all started with my late Aunt Prim's name and ended with something to do with a long history for my parents and for the rebellion against the capitol. For my name, my mother had given a lot of thought to it was inches away from choosing someone's name she had long lost, someone she had long loved someone who strongly became her inspiration and motive, and that motive was slowly lost with the grief, but instead she thought deeply about how this would bring her more pain and that knowing her child could be stronger than she was, was all that Katniss, my mother wanted, so she names Ash-ley. To show how I could again stand up from the ashes and show them all what stood for Panem, what stood for the world.

Now as I walk across my room thinking about what my name really means, I feel a deep surge of power, of strength, of peace, of rebellion. The Ashes inside me reach a deep high level of sensation inside me and I brisk the feeling of my shoulds and change the subject. The sunlight starts to dim and I arise. Stretching, I walk to the closet and change out of my pajamas and into my outdoor clothing which is a light, comfortable shirt, and leather jacket created for the outdoors, which formerly belonged to my mother, and black tights.