This is my version of the hunger games. There was never rebellion so do not expect this story to have anything from Catching Fire or Mocking Jay, but Peeta and Katniss still won the 74th Hunger Games
I woke up quickly, sweat running down my pink colored cheeks. Today was the day, the day of the reaping, well my first to be exact. I sat up and looked at my brothers, Ace and Charlie. Ace was older than me by 2 years and Charlie was one year younger than me. Ace had long shaggy hair that covered his eyes if it wasnt fixed and had a brighter blue colored eyes. Charlie was a miniture version of my father, Peeta. He had blonde hair that was always kept clean and fixed and had mud colored eyes. Me, on the other hand, had caramelled colored hair with natural blonde highlights in it and had my mother's eyes. Mom and Dad said that it isnt likely that I would be picked but I bet that they will.
I rolled out of bed to see my aunt, Primrose, tendering a gutted turkey. I gagged and walked toward the door. I didn't care that I had my white night dress on, it was early, people wont be out. I slipped on Ace's boots and walked out the door. The streets were bare.. except for the orphaned children that roamed. I trudged in the thick snow as it crunched beneath the sole of the worn boots as I made my way to my best friend's house. His name was Daniel. We looked exactly alike, aside from age, we could have been twins. He was 13, about to turn 14 in about 3 weeks from tomorrow. His mother left days ago so I try to visit him once or twice a day so I can help with keepi ng his house clean as he cares for his 2 year old sister. His dad works everyday in the mines so he never sees him. I stomped up the weak wooden steps and walked inside to find plates of food and clothes in the floor. There was a pair of boxers on the lamp shade and a dirty diaper right ontop of the books I let him borrow.
"Morning Jaybird…"
I loved the nicknane he called me.. Jaybird.. Most everyone calls me Jay, which is short for MockingJay.
That's my name, MockingJay Rue Mellark
"Morning Pig"
I call him pig because he's sloppy and always makes a mess , adding that he is always hungry, so therefore, he's a pig. A fat sloppy pig. Well, a cute fat sloppy pig..