A/N: I chose to write this because these are my favourite series. Also I would like to ask for constructive criticism only no flames. I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games or Percy Jackson and the Olympians. All credit goes to the authors.
Chapter 1 - The 'Luckiest' Girl in District 2
The first thing that popped into my mind when I woke up was, "Where am I?" I wasn't in my bed inside the Athena Cabin and I was nowhere I had ever been to before, so you can imagine my initial reaction when two young girls who looked nearly identical to me came running in, leaped onto the bed and started bouncing on me chanting, "It's Reaping Day! It's Reaping Day!"
"Ruby Mae and Opal Jane, what did I tell you about barging into your sister's room like that?" queried a woman's voice that sounded more than a little annoyed. I glanced at the now wide open door and saw a lean, middle aged, grey eyed lady staring at me. "I'm sorry Sweetie. I tried to tell them not to wake you because I knew how you had wanted to get a good rest for today."
"Rest? Why would I want to get such a good rest for today?" I glanced at my surroundings and noticed photographs of the little girls, the woman, a man with blond hair, and I positioned on a desk and some others with me standing in a small group of girls and guys that all had similar features.
"Why, surely you haven't forgotten that today is Reaping Day? You have been training exceptionally hard all year because you want to go into the Games and be crowned Victor."
"Oh, yeah!" I say, trying to make it sound like I knew what was going on. I figured that the people in the room now were my 'sisters' and 'mother', the man in the photo was my 'father' and the people I was standing with in the other were my 'friends'. "Of course I remember that! I am so excited and can't wait for the Reaping!" I exclaim with mock enthusiasm.
"Well then, you had better get down to the kitchen and eat up. Then I'll help you get your best clothes on and we'll all head to the square together and pray that your name is pulled this year," she stated with a knowing wink. I followed her and my supposed siblings to the kitchen and sat down to eat. It was oatmeal, but it wasn't the kind I remembered. The stuff that came to memory was a nice light brown with brown sugar and milk; the mush resting on my place setting at the dinner table in a plain white bowl was a grayish colour and lumpy with nothing to add to it.
I ate the slop quickly so as not to taste it as much. When I had finished it all Mother shooed me into the washroom to bathe and brush my hair and teeth. I then wrapped a scratchy wool towel around myself and clambered up to the bedroom that I awoke in and got the light lavender dress with a small ribbon that she had set out for me on and descended back to the main floor to let the rest of the family examine me.
"Oh Annabeth, you look lovely!" my so-called mother gasped. "Now it's time for the finishing touches." She then delicately placed a silver headband in my wavy hair and slid two satin flat shoes on my feet that were the same shade as the dress. The headband had an intricate design and a small flower made of the precious metal on the left side with a small diamond for the centre.
My eyes welled up and I managed a choked, "Thank you." Before I knew it I was in the middle of a family group hug and realized these people actually thought I was their daughter.
"Okay everyone we had better hurry up or we'll be late," said my father. He had blond hair the same as mine and the muscular build of a man who was a stone mason for a living.
We filed out the door and started walking towards the square with Ruby and Opal skipping on ahead. The town square wasn't that hard to find because that was where everybody was heading.
When I had almost reached the square I heard a voice yell my name behind me. I turned around and saw one of the girls from the pictures on my desk. I stopped and so did the rest of the family I was apparently a part of.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Chase. How are you today?" the girl asked.
"We are quite good, thank you Garnet," replied my father. "Alright Annabeth you can go on with Garnet to the register and get all accounted for and we'll be in the crowd watching."
Garnet quickly grabbed my hand and started pulling me along. We reached a stand and stood in line for a while and then I was at the front. I was asked my name, age, and date of birth while the worker checked to make sure I was on the list. It only took a moment and I was waved on. I met Garnet on the other side and we continued to the roped off area for sixteen year-olds stand to wait.
It took only fifteen minutes for the crowd to settle down and for every person to arrive. When that happened the mayor gave a speech about a rebellion of districts, why we have the Hunger Games, and how it is so much more now. Then the anthem of Panem was played and the District 2 escort came to the microphone. She was a woman in a garish yellow dress with shoulder pads and gold spikes on the shoulders. The woman, whose name was Zelia, wore a fluorescent pink, curly, stacked wig.
"Hello District 2 and happy Hunger Games! As you know this is the twenty-seventh annual Hunger Games. It is now the time we have all been waiting for. Should I draw the girl's name or the boy's first?" Zelia bubbled.
"Girl's!" shouted out the spectators.
"All righty then! Ladies get to go first!" Zelia bounced over to the big glass ball on her left and dropped her hand deep inside. She swished it around and around for about thirty seconds then snatched up a folded piece of paper. She ceremoniously opened it and read in a dramatic voice, "Our female tribute from District 2 is… Annabeth Case!"
"Go on Annabeth," Garnet whispered and gave me a slight shove in the direction of the stage set up in front of the Justice Building. Garnet had already told me that all possible tributes agreed that I should be the one to go to the Games and that no one would volunteer for me.
"Come along Dearie, don't be shy," crooned Zelia. She led me towards the microphone at centre stage and asked, "Are there any volunteers to take Ms. Chase's place as tribute?"
The crowd was silent and when it was apparent that nobody wanted to step forward she crowed, "Congratulations! Annabeth you are the official female tribute for District 2!"
I didn't feel that lucky at the current time because I knew what the Hunger Games was. It was a competition like the ancient gladiator fights; a fight to the death where the last person standing alive wins.