Disclaimer: Wait why am I doing a disclaimer? I own the Hunger Games, I own Panem, beeyotch. -President Ballad Night
I can't grant you any wishes
I won't promise you the stars
But even don't question if my heart beats only for you
It beats only for you
Emeli Sande - My Kind of Love
Gale POV
"Pretty dress," I remark on Madge's expensive dress.
She shoots me a confused look but then presses her lips together and smiles, "Well, if I end up going to the
Capitol, I want to look nice, don't I?"
"You won't be going to the Capitol," I say cooly, "What can you have? Five entries? I had six when I was
just twelve years old."
"That's not her fault," says Katniss.
"No, it's no one's fault. Just the way it is," I say. Madge's face has become
closed off. She then puts the money for the berries in Katniss's hand. "Good luck, Katniss."
"You too," Katniss replies, and the door closes.
I stand beside Thom and Bristel, in the section where all the 18 year-olds go. Possibly waiting for their death call.
"Who knew our lives could depend on a bowl." Thom tries to lighten the mood.
"Which kind? Reaping or food?" Bristel plays along.
"If your lucky enough to own a bowl for food. If you actually have some food that is." I try to add jokingly, but it fails despartely and makes us stand there uncomfortably before we shift our attention to the stage.
We missed the mayor's small speech. So District 12's escort, Effie Trinket, is trotting onto the stage in her ten-inch heels. (which look like you could use them for a weapon). This year she has chosen a pink wig, of course the rest of her clothes are pink. And glittery.
"Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!" She chants in her thick, deeply annoying Capitol accent. Then she starts booming about what an honor it is to be here.
Ha. She's just reading some lines from a script, waiting for the day to come when she's bumped to another district. Wouldn't we all rather be in another district? Any district for that matter, there all better then this.
I look to Katniss and give her a fake, half-hearted, ghost of a smile. She gives me one back, then looks back up to Effie hovering over the microphone. I do the same.
"Ladies first!" Effie announces as always, then walks over to the girls' bowl.
She dips her hand in and twirls it around delicately, ruffling and shuffling the names up, you can actually feel suspense in the air.
Finally she picks a name, I gulp, along with others. Effie walks up to her microphone.
Please don't be Katniss, please.
But it's not, it's Prim.
A/N : If any of you have noticed, I ended it the same as the first-second chapter in The Hunger Games, because let's face it, it's an awesome chapter ending.
Yes, very short chapter but I needed to write something before my Gadge idea left my head, the next chapters will be longer, I assure you.
So, you like? You hate? Constructive critisim is appreciated, did I do an okay job at Gale's POV? Probably not, but I'd like to get your opinions! Not much Gale/Madge interraction in this chapter but it builds, maybe slowly but surely.
And do you like my style of writing? Let me know by reviewing! Yeah, I must sound desprate for reviews, sorry. ;n;
-BalladOfNight/Nighty
