Just a game

by MissJadaa

Rarity volunteers for the 5th Hunger Games, but what she doesn't realize is that, no matter how hard she trains, there is always someone stronger than her. She falls in love with a boy she could never be with, she makes an alliance that she could never stay in. And she breaks a promise she could never keep.

1. Chapter 1

A/N: Hello, Hello, Hello! This is my second fanfic... YAY! I hope you all really like it. Oh and by the way... Just between you and I... *whispers* I do not own the hunger games.

My blonde hair isn't unnatural. Its all but rare here in district one. But my violet eyes are. They are all but common. My name is Rarity Mare. I am 18 years old, and I am volunteering for the 5th Annual Hunger Games. I have been training since they were announced. I am skilled with most weapons, but I like my battle hammers. Right now, I am sleeping. Dreaming of winning the games. As I will.

I want to keep dreaming, but somebody shakes me away. "Rarity!" The person says. I decide to scare the living daylights out of the person. I sit bolt upright with a giant smile on my face and scream out "YES!" It seems to be my sister Loom. She screams and falls onto the floor.

"Rarity!" She screams out again. I ignore her, and smirk. But she still sits there on the carpet.

When I see she isn't going to move, I pick her up in a cradle and carry her out. She thrashes and squirms, but still isn't strong enough. I chuckle and throw her into her room.

I walk back into mine, lock the door, and get ready for the reaping today. I put on a white blouse, and a high-waited pink pencil skirt. I find my amethyst and slip it onto my neck. My shoes are simple flat white shoes. I leave my blonde hair down and put on a pink headband.

When I am satisfied, I leave my bedroom and head down to the kitchen. Loom is already there, glaring daggers at me. She wears a strapless black dress that flows to her ankles. Her hair is in a sleek ponytail.

"Gonna kill me with your eyes, Loom the Gloom?" I ask, barely stifling my laugh. She turns to our mother who is cooking breakfast.

"Mother, Rarity is teasing me again!" She complains.

Really, just really! She is still complaining like that.

"Really Loom? Really?" I ask.

My mother turns to face us, she has a bruise on her cheek, and a cut on her forehead. Loom and I gasp in unison.

Sorry its short guys! But I still hope you enjoyed it :) I must sleep now!

Love you all so very much!

Xoxo, Jada.