Johanna Mason: A Life before it was Destroyed
Note: this is NOT my character, Suzanne Collins owns all rights to the hunger games, this is simply a story of my own.
I wake up yawning and smell my favorite scent: pine needles. As crisp as the autumn wind and as sweet as maple syrup it smells so good. So fresh. I feel fresh too. A good night sleep has done me well. Too well. Today is the reaping. I sag, sighing. There's a slight chance I will be chosen, as my name is only in five times, my brothers the only ones who put in extra.
I get up and see that breakfast is ready, my two brothers are probably out climbing trees like always. I stumble to the chair I made myself and eat pancakes that taste of nothing. Why am I worried? So many people I will never be called. My brothers will never be called. I am safe.
The sun shines down with not a cloud in the sky making the whole wretched thing feel worse. Way worse. Like as if the whole world is laughing at the irony of a district in distress.
Two hours Later
Johanna Mason. The name stings. "I… I…" I head up to the stage. I have friends. But none who would sacrifice themselves. I see Jake curled in a little ball. He can't protect me. Not from this. John is staring into the distance, torrents of tears rushing down his face. My two brothers who have always been there are crying. Crying for me. I know what I must do. I can win this if I play it right. The tears rush down my face, clouding my sight. I don't want to appear weak but I can't stop them… but I don't have to stop them. No one will care about a weak crying girl. No one.
You all know that she wins the games.
But she loses her family.
This is my first fan fiction so please don't be too harsh… but I still want your opinion. Please comment!