hi guys. this idea came to me a while ago and i've been meaning to turn it into a fanfic, now i've finally done so yay~ this is kind of an introduction. everything will be very vague but i'm hoping it'll spark the interest of some readers! i promise everything will be clear soon.
"Wren Edenthaw!"
The boy knew it. He knew this would be his punishment. He was only hoping he'd be wrong. The boys in front of him made a path and he walked slowly up to the stage. It felt as if he was treading through water. What he had done was nothing compared to what some of the others did in the Seam. But this was the Quarter Quell, and the Capitol was always coming up with new ideas to entertain the people. This year, it seemed, they were punishing people who had done wrong in each district by putting them in the Games. They weren't picking names out of a bowl.
Wren hadn't done much; at least he thought he didn't. He was doing it to feed his family, how was that this much of a crime? Now, everyone who wasn't as poor as he was looking at him as if he was an outlaw. Wren pulled a face; they were only doing so because they had food on their tables every day. Wren's family didn't. They were starving most of the time.
When he finally got onto the stage, the escort raised his hands and clapped for the two teenagers who now had a death sentence. Nobody clapped with him. Wren felt his hands shake a little and he swallowed hard, looking over to his partner for the first time. He didn't know her very much, but he could tell from her clean clothes and proper shoes she lived in the merchant side of the district. Rylee Winters. That was her name. That was all Wren wanted to know about her. He didn't want to know what she had done to earn this punishment.
Ares, their escort, ushered them inside. Wren caught the mayor sending him a look of sympathy but the boy quickly looked away, feeling sick to his stomach.
He was put in a small room where he waited for his parents to say goodbye and to see their son for the last time. Because it would be the last time. Wren was going to die in there. He knew it.
The door burst open, making the boy jump out of his skin and his mother engulfed him in her arms, tears staining her face. She was an emotional woman, and was always sad. Both his parents were sad. Twenty-four seven. Poverty had its side effects. One of them was depression.
His father stayed at a distance, his face looking solemn.
"Try to stay alive, okay Wren? Wren? Are you listening to me?" She cupped her son's face in her hands and he nodded. He would pretend to try for his parents. Wren had given up the moment the Peacekeepers had caught him sneaking back in from outside of the fence.
"I will," his voice cracked and she started to cry again. His parents would surely starve without him; he was their only source of food.
His father, a tall, bulky man walked towards the pair in two strides and wrapped his arms around them both, his arms were strong and Wren felt safe in between his parents. He didn't want to leave them, but at the same time, he couldn't be bothered anymore. His life was coming to a very sharp end and that was that. His parents would find a way to get food. Somehow.
Suddenly, his parents were ripped away from him and everything felt cold again. Tears started to slip down his cheeks as he rushed to glance at them once more, his mother shrieking in pain and his father holding her close to him as the doors that kept them apart shut tight.
sooo tell me what you think so far? any thoughts on it?