Hi, before we get started I just want to say, this isn't a SYOT. This is a story using my own characters alongside some featured in the books. I don't own The Hunger Games (although I wish I did) and I welcome reviews, as long as any criticism is constructive. I'll publish a new chapter every few weeks when possible. That said, Allons-y! (It's French for let's go)
Sophie
I sit on the bed, my feet not quite touching the floor. A book is rested on my lap, open to the first page. It reads:
A full history of the Hunger Games, by President Snow
I snort. 'President Snow'. As if I'm going to call him that. My grandfather has always been too pompous, but since he recently refused to allow people to address him by his real name, it's really starting to get to people, myself included.
The book is recommended reading for my class at school, but I don't want to read it. Sighing, I snap it shut, drop it into my school bag and reach under my bed. After a minute of rummaging, I find what I'm looking for, and pull it onto my desk. The dusty cardboard box is dented and yellow with age. Inside are a few dozen books. They contain pictures of times long past, of people dead for centuries. They are dangerous books. If I get caught with them, even my family's status won't stop me being punished.
My favourite is at the bottom. It's an encyclopaedia, but not like those that can be found in the Capitol Public Library. On its pages are inventions that were never made, countries that were never formed. At least, not in Panem's eyes.
The danger of the books makes me panic, and I stuff the box back under the bed. Another day I promise myself. Another day I will be brave enough to read them. But not today.