I'm not sure yet how the story will go. All I know is that I'm gonna work my but off on this! :P Enjoy!
My sister told me to be strong. My mother cried and just sat in her chair while the white people took my sister away. I didn't know why my sister had to go with the white people. I was only eight years old. I still had a lot to learn. But there they were, taking her from me, poor, little me. I saw her back disapear behind the wooden doors and called out to her, pleading her to come back. I started yelling and screaming and crying and fell to my knees hugging my stuffed bunny that I always carried with me. My supply of tears finally diminished and my mother picked me up and took me home. Home. No, it would never be home again without my sister. Not ever.
Later that week, my mother and I were watching the television where the Hunger Games were being broadcast. When I saw my sister in the chariots, I was screaming again but then I got a good long look at her. She was beautiful. Of course, to my eyes, she always had been. But riding that chariot, wearing a black jumpsuit, glowing like embers in a fire, I felt pride and joy towards her.
The next day we saw her training score from the private session. She managed a great 8 and I was very curious about how she'd done it. I knew she could cook very delicious stews but I doubt she had served a meal to the gamesmakers. It hit me as I was walking to school: her ability to hide anywhere! Our hours of playing hide-and-seek had payed off, I thought. It's true. I was always the first found while it took me hours to find her. She probably came in silently, while they were busy talking, drinking and eating, and blended herself into the walls! She always used that advantage on me, when we played, and every time I would pass her hiding spot, she'd suddenly jump out and scare me half to death! I always thought it was a rock or a pile of leaves I'd passed.
When her interview came up the next evening, I was stunned by her appearence. She wasn't just beautiful, she was dazzling. She looked like a bird made of fire, a phoenix! Her long red hair seemed to be ablaze and her dress was covered in feathers. Every time she moved, it was like a bird about to take flight. She was acting funny though, in a way I'd never seen her before. But the audience loved her and by the time the buzzer went off, they were hanging on her words.
Today, I stayed home from school. Today, the Games started. Today, my sister would likely die. Before they let the tributes in the arena, they showed us (not the tributes but the entire poulation of Panem) the arena itself. It was just a very large meadow with a very thin forest encircling it. There was also a marshy part of the arena that look very bad to me. A bird's-eye shot of the arena showed me the entire arena. There was a very big valley after the thin forest and at the bottom was a treacherous looking river with sharp rocks that turned into a powerful waterfall after a few kilometers of pounding water. At least the grass was thick and the forest trees offered a little concealment for my sister.
60 seconds. One minute. I think the announcer was purposely taking his time counting the seconds. I saw my sister on the platform ready to run fast. But not towards the forest like I hoped she would. Towards the supplies that lay there, at the Cornucopia. I was yelling inside myself, telling her to run away not towards the weapons!
10 seconds. I saw her feet move ever so slightly, repositionning herself. Now, she was going to run toward the backpack on the ground, about a yard away. Before I knew it, time was up and the bloodbath began. My sister's race for life began.
As I thought she did run to the backpack, grabbed it and began to turn to the forest but then a girl from District 1 threw a knife at her. My face was glued to the screen searching for a wound hoping it wouldn't be fatal. But there was none. The girl had missed my sister by far and hit instead a boy from District 8, who was a few meters away behind my sister. She ran to the boy and pulled out the knife and kept running towards the woods. I wanted to keep following her but the cameras went to the initial battle at the Cornucopia. There was blood every where. No wonder they called it a bloodbath. The cameras zoomed to every dead tribute and then to every living tribute as 9 canon fires boomed in the arena. The tributes from one were both alive, so were the ones from two and four. The girl from three, the girl from five, the boy and girl from six, the girl from seven, both from eight and the boys from ten and twelve, all dead, lying there on the ground, bathing in their blood. I was horrified. But my sister was safe.
Yeah so, that's my first Chapter, of my first fanfiction. I really hope you liked it and there's more to come! (Whatever questions you may have will be answered, I promise) :3