Full Summary: Catching Fire Never happened, Peeta and Katniss are married and have a kid. But of course the Capitol isn't letting them go that easily. Their daughter, Sugar Mellark, is the 93rd girl tribute for district 12. (15 years-old)
Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins does.
BTW: Remember, Catching Fire doesn't exists, so Katniss and Peeta are like they are in the beginning of CF.
SUGAR MELLARK POV:
People start to fill into the square where we do the reapings of the Hunger Games. The families start to separate and I turn to my parents, Peeta and Katniss Mellark, and smile. I move over to the section where all the fifteen year-old girls stand, each and everyone of us waiting to find out who will die. Or win. But most likely die. Only one of twenty-four people who enter that arena, come out. Well, unless you're my parents.
Nineteen years ago my parents entered the arena, pretending to love each other. They threatened to commit suicide, both of them dying, making the games have no winner. So, the head Gamemaker, Seneca Craine, allowed them both to win, but costing him, for President Snow had him executed shortly after. He then told my mother to carry on pretending to love my father. Then they had me. Sometimes I believe that I was a make of the capitol. That I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for them. I haven't decided if that was good or bad.
But I know that my parents love me. And I believe that one day my parents will one day love each other as much as they put out there every year.
"Guess who!" my best friend, Violet, says as she jumps out of no where, giggling. Violet is Mayor Fret's daughter, and only has three slips in the whole reaping. Just like me. Violet is an excellent fighter, smart, and extremely pretty. She has bleach blonde hair after she accidentally got the ends of her hair in bleach, she decided to bleach it all. It ended up looking good against her olive skin, surprisingly. But now she sticks out.
Not that I'm any different. I have my mothers long, dark hair, and my fathers pale skin.
"Hey, Violet." I say. "Pretty dress." I say looking at her emerald green dress, with a lighter green scarf hanging from the corner of her arms. She twirls around and stops when she sees Mika Chew looking at us in disgust. All I know is that if I go in, I'm dead, no matter what. And Violet knows how to fight, so she is safe. I quickly turned around and watch me mom and dad talk with Haymitch Abernathy and Effie Trinket.
"You know, you're lucky." I hear someone say and look back on Kennedy Smart. I tried being friends with her, but she was just so pissed that I'm "rich" Which I am, don't get me wrong, but it's not like I show it off. Her hate grew for me when her sister was sent into the games two years ago and died- like I'm the one who killed her.
"I know." I say lightly and turn back to the stage. I watch father and mother pin small microphones on each others shirts. Haymitch and Effie do the same. Father leans in and says something to mom and she rolls her eyes.
"Remember, we're madly in love, so its all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it." That's what he said. Every time the cameras are around he says that. She used to laugh and say, "I'll keep that in mind." But now she rolls her eyes.
My mom knows how much Peeta truly loves her. Now it's all up to my mom to make their marriage something other then a capitol's making.
Mayor Fret makes the same speech as last year and the year before that and the year before that, and so on.
I pay attention when Effie comes to the stage. "Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be forever in your favor!" she says and smiles at us, the children. "Ladies first!" me and Violet hold hands, even though we both know we're safe.
Effie is back with the slip and reads it. "The female tribute for district twelve is …Kennedy Smart!" She says and looks in the fifteen year-old girls section. Kennedy loses her breath but then starts to walk. "I told you, you're lucky." She said as she past by me and I moved out of her way.
Well, that's not fair. Her family just lost a member. I can't let them lose another…. I let go of Violets hand and she grabs it again. "What are you doing?" she hisses and I shake my head.
"I volunteer." I say loudly and raise my hand, no emotion in my voice. Kennedy looks back and her face shows nothing but confusion. I don't even dare to look up at my parents. Or Haymitch, who is pretty much my best friend, and grandfather. Effie, I have to look at. "The female tribute for district twelve is Sugar Mellark…" she says and she looks down at the paper. I stand on the stage and look into her eyes. She smiles a little and I bite my lip.
"Now for the boys!" she says in her preppy tone. She moves to the boys bowl and grabs a name. "Miff Connor!" she says and Miff walks up. He was part of the rich side. Wow, two rich kids going into the Hunger Games. That's a first.