Hello people! This is my first fan fiction, so any critics are welcome! I'd love to know what you think of my fails! Heehee. Okay, so you judge or whatever. Okay!
I open my eyes and see a pair of mismatched ones staring back at me. I let out a small shriek and fall off the bed, taking the thin blankets off with me. A small mew lets me know my cat, Rose, watched over me last night. I need that, because today, what they call the Reaping, I guess, is happening. I quietly walk out of the room, after I put on my jacket, and realize that, again, I slept in my clothes. A habit left over from fighting in the wars, I figure. My boots bend and flex to my feet as I walk. The soft fur on the inside feels great and warm.
As I think about pointless things like boot fur, I hardly notice the white cloaked figure pushing the wheelbarrow full of cinder that walks in front of me, so I almost run into him. When I stop, he growls at me.
"Watch where you're going, and watch your attitude! Wait a minute, you're one of the rebels! That young girl who was wanted all over the Capitol!" I look down, knowing it's true. I was wanted everywhere. And I'm proud of it.
"Excuse me." I say and run off. I know that apparently, The Hunger Games, which the Reaping is for, has been planned for the past year, after they bombed 13. It was horrible, and showed on the T.V.
I run to my best friend's house. Ash is waiting outside sitting on his step. He was also one of the wanted children. Children were obviously some of the most wanted because for a while, we were overlooked. It was amazingly funny, the looks on the Capitol people's faces when we attacked.
"Hey, Ash." I say. We've known each other for forever. He looks up and smiles.
"Hey, Silv." He replies. His smile was forced, I know this. He's as worried about the Reaping as I am. "Did you just wake up? Because your hair is a mess." I push him playfully, and he pushes me back.
"So what if I did?"
"You DO know that it's one fifty, right?"
"Oh, snap. Is it really that late? I overslept again!"
"Yes, you did, Silver. Yes, you did." I frown at him and realize what this means. I only have an hour and a half.
"The Reaping doesn't have to be fancy. We spent several years fighting the people, Silv. We aren't going to dress up fancy for them." He frowns back at me. I pull my face into a full length frown and bug out my eyes. He opens his mouth and rolls one of his eyes up into his head. We both sit like this until one of the white dressed people walk by and stare at us before running off. We laugh and sit down. He looks inside and tells me what I fear. It's 1:58. We walk to the center of the square, where we are torn apart and put in separate parts of the square, with a fat rope keeping us apart. A scary lady with red makeup and a red wig, she actually looks like she's on fire or bleeding, maybe both. She smiles and says with a high pitched voice, "Happy first Hunger Games everybody! Now, this may seem old fashioned, but we must start with the ladies first!" she digs in a ball filled with paper slips. She pulls out one and reads the name off of it.
"Silver Trueblood." I shrug and walk on the stage. My sister cries. The lady talks about how someone can volunteer for us. No one says anything. I shrug again. I didn't expect anyone to volunteer for me. She then pulls out a guy's name. she pauses for dramatic effect. The she giggles.
"Ash Bluetree."
Hahaha. What do you think? I know it's pretty short and stuff but whatevs. Like I said, just tell me what you want to see in the next chapter and what I can do better! Thanks!