I'm writing this because I am a HUGE fan of the Hunger Games (more the books than the movie) so I thought that I should choose a random year of the Hunger Games and create a story for it. I know it's not an original idea to start with but the story's pretty original!
Ok, so here we go! Please enjoy and if you have any comments on it, put them in as reviews because every single review is appreciated! Thanks!
We'll start off with the Reaping obviously and this is only the prologue since I figured that it'd be too short to count as a chapter. Enjoy!
It was a hot day as usual. Hot days weren't usually good here in District 9 since that meant there'd be little rainwater and a lot of heat. Everyone would probably have to water the fields by hand and that took hours and hours, even with everyone working together.
I hauled out a bucket of clean water and passed it to my mother who was working in the kitchen. It was heavy to carry, but mother always told me to be happy just because we had any clean water at all. We were only given this clean water so that we didn't dirty the grain when we watered the soil or washed away the dirt when gleaning the grain. We weren't exactly a poor district, but we were loaded with Peacekeepers since they were also in charge of sending our supply of grain to the capitol. Lately some people had been getting smart and cutting down the amount we send to the capitol just to keep it for themselves. Grain thieves. So that's why the Peacekeepers were necessary.
But the Peacekeepers were bigger thieves than any of us were because they also kept a large stock of grain just for themselves.
"Is dad already in the field?" I asked, punching a sore muscle on my back. I was always doing the heavy lifting around the house since I was an only child, my dad always worked in the fields and my mother managed the house chores and cooking. Since I was only a girl it was tiring but it had to be done and I didn't complain.
Mother looked up. "No he's...he's not in the fields today."
"Where is he then?" I asked, taking a bite of some of the bread mom had made for breakfast. One thing we never lacked here: bread. But anyone without a field or a small share in the field had no other choice but to steal grain.
"He went to iron your Sunday dress," she said, avoiding all eye contact with me.
"Iron my dress? But why? I hardly wear it except..." I paused. "It's that time of year again, isn't it?"
She sighed, her shoulders trembling. "Yes," she said, her voice already cracked.
Reaping Day.
It was my third year going since I was only fifteen I hadn't had to put in any extra tickets but then again, almost no one did in our district. Only two or three people suitable for the hunger games put in extra tickets. I had less of a chance of getting picked than those guys, but mother always got scared anyway.
"Mom, it'll be ok, it always is," I said. It always worked out for me. I had no particular friends in the district since we'd all kind of had to help either at home or in the fields. School existed only for upper class kids whose parents could pay someone to mind their fields for them. So no friends to worry about and that was good. I needed no unnecessary attachments since that would only make me feel hurt.
Another hour passed and dad finally came home with that family yellow dress that I only wore on Sundays.
"It'll be starting soon," was all he said to me before going into the backroom.
It was illegal to pray but dad always did it anyway on these days. It helped him to feel that I was safer. I put on the dress and then mom did my hair up. My hair was a light brown and naturally wavy so it was sort of a decoration all on it's own. I usually kept it short but it'd grown to my shoulder in the past year. Then I put on my mother's old brown leather shoes which she'd worn for her reaping years. I was ready.
We both waited for dad to come out of the backroom and then we set off for the main square. Dad held my right hand; mom my right. I was always in the middle like this...Soon enough we reached the main square and I got assembled after they did the usual blood collecting at the beginning.
As usual, our host Mr. Bromton Pentwinkle made his yearly announcement. Out of all the hosts (or so I'd heard), Mr. Pentwinkle was the most famous and loved escort in the Capitol since his cousin, Johnny Flickerman was the host of the Hunger Games who usually made all of the daily announcements.
The male tribute came first in our district, unlike all the other districts where females came first. This year's tribute was an eighteen-year old named Harry Molton. I didn't really pay attention to him though. The female tributes came next.
"And so our female tribute of District 9 for the 35th Annual Huger Games is..."
Just get this over with, I thought. I want to go home already...
"Rosolin Parks!"
My eyes widened as I heard my name being called.
Well that's the beginning of our story! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and the second one will be coming out soon! Please review, follow and favourite if you're interested in the story!