Ok, this is my first EVER fanfic so it's probably going to suck. I know there are a lot of these but I just really wanted to write my own, so enjoy :)It's about the first ever Hunger Games.
"Tomorrow at 6:00pm, we are going to make a big announcement. A reminder to each district that they should never doubt the Capitols' power ever again. This is a mandatory viewing. Thank you and goodnight." I switch off the T.V, shutting out the Capitol reporters' voice. A reminder. What could it possibly be? I sigh as a hundred different things come to mind. Just eight months ago, the 13 districts of Panem all rebelled against the Capitol, the huge city that lies within the centre of it. So, the Capitol sent bombing planes to every district. Luckily, my family and I had a large underground cellar that was full of supplies. The three of us, my mother, father and I hid in it until eventually the planes left. It took a while for things to get back to normal. Well, I guess my life won't ever be normal again but at least I'm not underground anymore. The bombing planes completely destroyed District 13. It's all over the news. I suppose I should be thankful that I live in District 4, not there. Their calling it the Dark Days and this big announcement they're going to make tomorrow is meant to remind us that it must never be repeated. Well after what happened to District 13, I don't think that's going to be happening any time soon. What if they're going to destroy another district as the reminder? Suddenly, I'm overcome with fear as I think of the possibility. The sound of my mothers' voice brings me back to reality.
"Azora, could you please run to the store and see if you can get me some more herbs please?" She asks. Since the bombings, food has been very scarce so all we ever really eat now is some kind of herbal soup. It doesn't taste bad but it certainly doesn't fill me up. She hands me some money and I race out the door. The small herbs and spices store is only one block away from my house. I enter and purchase some good ones that my mother loves. As I'm leaving, I run into my best friend Skye. "Did you hear", I ask her.
"About the announcement?". I nod. "Yeah", she says. "What do you think it will be?"
"Could be anything", I say darkly.
That night, I can hardly sleep. I keep remembering the awful times I lay curled up on my bed in the cellar during that endless bombing. I won't be able to bear it if it happens again. Eventually after hours of thinking about the endless possibilities of what the announcement could be, I fall asleep. The next day, Skye and I have to work. We work 5 days a week, having the weekends off. The only thing we have to do is just set up a few fishing nets around the shore and make special hooks for the more skilled fishers to use. As I'm practising making a fishing hook with a sharp seashell, Skye asks me, "Do you and your mum want to come over to my house tonight to see the announcement? We have a bigger TV".
"Sure", I say. "I think mum was going to ask anyway". Our mothers were best friends in school so that's how Skye and I met each other. We've been best friends for as long as I can remember. After an hour of making fish hooks, we go around to collect the nets and pack the fish we've caught to put in the trucks that will be sent to the Capitol and other districts. That's what we do in District 4. We're in charge of all the seafood that everyone in the country eats. Everyone has to start work at the age of 10. Skye and I are both 15 so we know what we're doing and we're pretty good at it. Once we finish this, we head to Skye's' house. My mother is already there so I guess Skye's' mother told her. Since this is a mandatory viewing, the T.V automatically turns on.
A reporter with wild, purple hair is saying that it's time for the big announcement. President Alcite (the president of Panem) stands on one of the balconies of his huge mansion that lies in the centre of the Capitol. He actually looks quite scary with his black, beady eyes and pointy beard. He's at least 70 or 80, I think. "People of Panem. Just eight months ago, the 13 districts rebelled against the Capitol. As a result of this, now only 12 remain. We have decided on a suitable punishment that will ensure that this never happens again", he says. "I shall now read the punishment that the 12 districts shall have to suffer. To stop another rebellion…" "Here it comes", I mutter. "Every year from now on, each district shall offer up two children from the ages 12 to 18, one male and one female, to fight to the death in an arena on live T.V and there will only be one winner", he reads from a card. The words take a while to sink in and when they do, everything goes dark.
I'm sorry it's so short but I promise that the next chapter will be longer. Was it ok? Reviews will be greatly appreciated. I hope to have the next chapter up in a few days' time so hopefully you won't have to wait too long.