Hello! I hope you enjoy this story. Anyway, I think that there aren't enough fanfictions about Johanna which sucks because she's such an awesome character.

Note: I do not own the Hunger Games or any characters in it that are in that trilogy. I do own all the characters I made up and this story. I am no Suzanne Collins. (I wish I was though. Finnick wouldn't have died...)

The Reaping

The Capitol, that's who we all hate, sacrificing our children, making our people starve while we can't do anything about it. She thought vengefully.

Johanna sighed, letting out a frustrated breath she had been holding for quite some time now. Her brown hair waved gently in the small breeze.

It was reaping day and Johanna had nothing better to do, for now anyway. They would soon be assembled in the town square, with names waiting in reaping balls and two people would be doomed to almost certain death. One would be a boy and the other a girl.

Her fingers scraped against the rough bark of the stump she was sitting on, breaking and crumbling it in her fingers.

Victorianna burst through the small back door of their modest house, making Johanna look up.

"Hi!" Her sister cried out. She was wearing a black blouse with a white vest and a long, flaring skirt of the same was only ten, making her five years Johanna's junior and she would not be in the reaping, this year at least. It was only for children from twelve to eighteen years old.

Victorianna was soon followed by her younger brother Norihn, who, at the age of thirteen had experienced one reaping and was utterly terrified of them.

"Hello." She said quietly to them.

"Good morning Johanna." Norihn replied anxiously.

Victoriana, fully unaware of the dangers of the reaping, smiled joyfully and hugged her.

Ooris, the oldest sibling of the family at eighteen appeared in the doorway and called to them. "Guys, we have to hurry and get dressed. Victorianna, you're already dressed, good. Johanna, Norihn, make sure you're quick. Mum has your outfits in the kitchen." He himself was wearing a dark blue suit.

"Okay." Johanna answered and Norihn merely nodded. The two walked to the kitchen, but she felt full of dread of what might happen in the town square soon.

Her friends and family might be picked. Ooris had the most tesserae of them all, Johanna herself had some and Norihn had a few. Enough to support their family. She had no idea how many her friends had but probably at least some.

At last they arrived in the kitchen, but despite Ooris's urgings to hurry they had moved only slightly quicker than slugs.

"Ah, there you are!" Mum called merrily, but her green eyes were dark with worry. "I have a dress for you, Johanna!" She handed her a navy blue dress that matched her older brother's suit.

To Norihn she gave a black suit. They had always had a blue-and-black theme; these clothes had been passed down from their great-grandparents, who had served against the Capitol in the rebellion. They were dead now of course, the Capitol would leave none alive who had fought for the rebellion.

Johanna ran to her room to change. She examined the dress, it was beautiful, and wrapped inside were a pair of black shoes.

She smiled at the memory of her great-grandparents. To her, they watched over her, guarding and keeping her safe.

She stepped out of her room, a small, plain place with few decorations. It was unusually good though, for the poor. Her father was normally gone for months at a time because he was an excellent lumberjack and was often sent to distant forests. When he did come back he taught them all how to use the axe, in case they ever had to go to the games.

In the square things were packed tight, like sardines in packet, fish that her father brought back when he chopped forests in District 4. People surrounded Johanna on all sides, making her feel slightly claustrophobic. She was in the section for fifteen year olds now.

Most people in District 7 had brown hair and green eyes. She was unusual in this manner, for her eyes were a deep brown.

She caught a glimpse of Victorianna with her mother. Johanna swallowed, trying to keep down her terror at all costs. Please, not Ooris, Norihn or any of my friends, please! She thought desperately.

Elairin Smilt, the escort of District 7 called out in a strange Capitol accent. "Well, for the girls now!"

She stepped forward, wobbling a bit her absurd high-heeled shoes and rummaged in the first reaping ball.

"Johanna Mason." She read aloud.

My heart pounded in my chest. My legs started to climb numbly up the stairs and up on the platform in front of the justice building.

Elairin Smilt smiled at me eerily, though Johanna thought she had meant it to be charming. "Any volunteers?" She questioned the audience.

There were none of course. Johanna could spot all the members of her family, looking shocked except Victorianna, who merely looked puzzled. They had sheltered her from the harsh truth and had told her that all the things that happened in the hunger games were false.

Their escort walked over to the reaping ball and stretched out her hand, picking a name at random. "Stalen Sulooma" She announced. A boy of seventeen stepped forwards and ascended the stairs.

He was tall and well-muscled with typical District 7 looks. Brown hair, green eyes and slightly tanned skin from working outside.

Elairin Smilt smiled at him the same way she had to Johanna, as if it was a well rehearsed habit. "Volunteers?" The crowd offered no support so she told them to shake hands.

The two tributes shook hands and by instinct Johanna made hers weak and feeble. Hmm… might be a good strategy… she contemplated.

Stalen kept a neutral expression in his eyes as the anthem played and they were bustled into the justice building.

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-Oddity Fish