Well hi to anyone who is bothering to read this and thanks, this is my first shot at a hunger games fic. I don't know how it will turn out though so bare with me. I just had an idea, it's kind of crazy I know but I just wondered what would happen if Katniss didn't survive the rebellion, don't get me wrong love, love, love Everlark as much as the next person, but I thought it was time to shake things up a bit. This is just a little intro and a bit about Laurel, feel free to tell me what you think so far, and I'm apologizing ahead of time for my spelling and grammar, it sucks.
I always see disclaimers on these things so here I go:
DISCLAIMER: all of the ideas in this story are not mine they belong to Suzzane Collins, author of the glorious hunger games trilogy
If you were ever to ask me about that day, I'm telling you I could tell you what happened every second; I mean how could I forget? We can skip what I ate in the morning, how about I start we start with my prissy older sister, she always thought she knew best and what not; as usual she was yelling at me to get my head out of the clouds. But, I never really listened to her anyway, she thought something not practical was not worth any thought. I would call her stupid but my mother told me never to speak ill of the dead. Sometimes I regret running from her. But it saved my life. I was so fed up with her nagging me, I grabbed the book I was reading off the rock I was sitting on and ran into town, hoping to leave her memory in the dust.
Life had been pretty hard that past couple of months due to the rebellion less food, everyone on edge. Sometimes I felt lucky that we were still under capitol control, other times I wanted the rebels to get us. But, the early mornings were the times I had to myself. After that I was to stay home with my mother watching children of the quarry workers. I didn't mind really I guess, but sometimes I just wished I wasn't so sheltered. The rest of my family, my Brothers Harris and Turrent, my sister Karena and my father, were dedicated quarry workers. Being the "baby" of the family my mother thought it was better if I helped with the children and I couldn't complain.
As my run slowed into a walk and I pushed my caramel colored hair out of my face, I was jolted into a woman speaking to a metal cuff on her wrist. Before I could apologize a large thundering bang came from the Nut, an area where some of the most devout capitol soldiers made plans for the war. The lady looked to be in her mid thirties brown eyes and flat hair. I must have looked pretty frightened because when a hover craft lowered down a rope for what I think was for her to climb up, she grabbed my hand. Inside were mostly little children and an elderly man from 2, she told me that we were being rescued by the rebels of 13. Some of the little ones were extremely horrified so I read to them from the book I had clenched in my hand.
I guess it didn't settle in until we were at 13 officially, me sitting in a plain gray dress, sitting in my compartment that I was to be sharing with some girl from 12, that I could have died in 2. I should have known though that the all to happy girl ,cornflower blue eyes golden curls, that came bouncing in, would change my life forever.