SPOLIERS TO THE END OF MOCKINGJAY
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So, hi there.
It's reNtZgLeek here. This is the first time I've been on in AAAAAAGGGGEEEEES! And yeah, sorry about that.
Recently, my English teacher made our class read the amazing book called The Hunger Games. And our whole class has finished the series.
Reading the end of Mockingjay gave me the idea for this fic. This is only the first chapter. PLEASE tell me what you think even if it's just a 'cool' or even 'gr8'. I'd even settle for a ':)'. Please. Only 10 seconds of your time. :D PWEASE?
So yes.
ACTION!
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A cold wind whipped through the Capitol, fluttering dresses and blowing ties. The silence pushed from all sides, covering everyone in the area, even the ones who weren't about to find out if they get to die early. It's a nippy winter day and the whole Capitol was piled into the City Circle, where just days before, President Coin and Snow were both killed. There has been an emergency stage set up and the massive glass Reaping Balls that they've only seen on television are seated upon the stage, along with eight seats. Everyone's attention is diverted to the stage as a line of people make their way up the stairs to their seats. President Paylor, Effie Trinket, Haymitch, Beetee, Johanna, Enobaria and Peeta make the trek to sit down. But there is one seat spare.
"Good morning residents of the Capitol of Panem. I am President Paylor. And you are here today to witness and take part in the 76th Hunger Games." Some of the twelve year old children started to cry at this point. That was when it sunk in for many of the citizens. They were actually about to do this. To send the Capitols children into an arena and kill each other until there was one left standing. Now they know how the Districts have felt for the last 75 years. It's hell.
"You already know how this works, so I'll introduce you to the people up here on the stage, even though you already know them. This," Paylor said, while motioning to Effie, "Is Effie Trinket. You all should know her from the past Hunger Games, and, of course, she's a Capitol citizen like you. I would now like to introduce you to the remaining victors. " And on it went, right down the line. Past Haymitch, Beetee, Johanna, Enobaria and Peeta, right up to the empty seat. "Now, many of you may be wondering what this seat is doing empty. This seat belongs to Katniss Everdeen, the poster child for the rebellion, the 'Mockingjay' as the called her. She is currently hospitalised. So should Haymitch, but we pulled him out for this once in a life time opportunity. With no further ado, let's start the reaping!" Effie Trinket solemnly walked up to the girls reaping ball and put one perfectly manicured hand in. She grasped onto one, small slip of paper, and pulled it out. She unfolded the one, crisp crease down the middle and read out the name inked on it.
"Talia Walters!" A girl threads her way through the mess of 15 year olds, and trudges her way to the stage. A woman is screaming Talia's name and "No, no!" over and over again. She stands beside Effie and towers above her.
"Let's give a hand for Talia!" A half-hearted clap comes from the audience. Effie trips her way to the boys reaping ball.
"Jonah Terna!" And on it went. Name, clap. Name, clap. Name, clap. On and on. 21 more times. But as the last name was called, a hush, more deadly than before, suffocated the crowd. And then a tremendous uproar started. People were screaming, crying and running rampant. No one could believe it. Who would dare! It was obviously a set-up, especially to be the last name. Such an innocent and pure girl. Only twelve years old.
"Evangeline Snow!"
