(a/n This is a story based upon the characters in Suzanne Collins wonderful book series, The Hunger Games (: I have recently fallen in love with the book series. I looked on fanfic and saw the point of view of Peeta Mallark and Clove from District 2 for The Hunger Games. I've always wondered with every book I read, even if the person does die, what it would be like if it was from their point-of-view. By the final six in the first book, my three favorite girl characters were Katniss, Clove and Foxface (named Star Velvetine in this story) And, I would've loved to know exactly what Foxface was planning to do to stay alive in the arena.
I do not own any of the characters from the book, or the book. Enjoy!)
In The Eyes Of…
"STAR!" My older sister shook me, jolting me awake.
I look around at the familiar setting of our room. She sighs and sits down on the edge of my bed, brushing a few strands of hair away from my face. I can see the worried look on her face. Today was the day of the reaping. There was no use in hiding that realization on my sisters' face. She got up without another word and left the room. I saw that she was already dressed; I figured it must be about 12 in the afternoon. I must've fallen in and out of consciousness while my sister was trying to wake me, with no success. I slowly got out of bed, each footstep feeling like a ton of heavy bricks. I walked into the bathroom and took a bath. I didn't want to leave the warmness of the water but, I knew I had to. I walked back into our bedroom and sat down on my bed. I didn't know what I would do if my name was picked from the reaping ball. But, I know one thing for sure; I would not let the Capitol have the satisfaction of seeing a tribute from District 5 cry. I was going to keep an expression-less face. I grabbed a simple red t-shirt and black pants, slipping on a pair of black boots. I looked at myself in the mirror. I grabbed my comb and slowly, gently combed through the knots in my red hair.
"Star…" My sister, Valentine, opened the door.
I looked at her in the mirror and nodded. She looked at me one last time before closing the door. I looked back toward the mirror, trying to decide what to do with my hair. I started to put my hair in pigtails, but I wanted something different. I had finally decided with braided pigtails. I was satisfied with my choice of outfit and how I had done my hair. I grabbed my jacket, slipped it on and opened my bedroom door. I sighed and walked out into the kitchen, where my parents sat, not talking with my sister sipping what smelled like coffee out of her favorite mug. I coughed and they all looked up at me, giving me all forced smiles. I gave them a tiny sliver of a smile and sat down next to Valentine.
"Are you two ready for the reaping?" My mother says.
It looks like it took her every ounce of effort in her body to make what she just said sound happy. I nodded, unsure of why I did so. Valentine stayed quiet as she did everytime the reaping came around. She was lucky. This year was her last year of being in the reaping, her being the age of eighteen. I being sixteen, have two more horrible years of being able to be picked for the District 5 tribute. I slowly breathed out and looked outside the window seeing a couple of teenagers and their siblings and parents walk to toward the Justice Building. I looked at my parents and they nodded. Valentine and I stood up from our chairs and walked toward the door. Valentine grabbed her brown jacket, slipped it on and walked out the door without one word to our parents. I watched Valentine hold her head high and slowly walk toward the Justice Building. I turned around, said a muffled goodbye to my parents and ran to catch up to my sister. As I was watching each teenager walk by, either next to their parents, siblings, friends, or even alone, walk in silence to the Justice Building. I looked up to see my sisters' expression. But, she hid whatever she was feeling behind an expressionless mask. I sighed. She would only have her name in 7 times, seeing that I added my name more because of tesserae. I wanted to help my parents and my sister. I looked around and saw that some people were being ushered into the Justice Building by Peacekeepers. I walked a little faster, being that my sister had grabbed my wrist when I wasn't paying attention. I looked at my sister as all the ages were getting in their places. I looked up at Valentine and hugged her. She hugged back and walked to the front where the last year tributes were. I walked and joined my friend, Velvet, in the sixteen areas. She gave me a sad smile and stood directly next to me. I looked up to see Effie Trinket walk on stage, followed by the mayor of District 5. Apparently she did the reaping for every District now. I breathed in, trying to calm my nerves with no success. As soon as the clock strikes two, the mayor steps up to the podium and reads. It's always the same story every year. He tells of the history of Panem, the country that rose up out of the ashes of a place that was once called North America. He lists the disasters, the droughts, the storms, the fires, the encroaching seas that swallowed up so much of the land, the brutal war for what little sustenance remained. The result was Panem, a shinning Capitol ringed by thirteen districts, which brought peace and prosperity to its citizens. Then came the Dark Days, the uprising of the districts against the Capitol. Twelve was defeated, the thirteenth destroyed. The Treaty of Treason gave us the new laws to guarantee peace and, as our yearly reminder that the Dark Days must never be repeated, it gave us the Hunger Games. The rules of the Hunger Games are simple. In punishment of the uprising, each of the twelve districts must provide one boy and one girl, called tributes, to participate. The twenty-four tributes are imprisoned into a vast outdoor arena that could withhold anything from a burning desert to a frozen wasteland. Over a period of several weeks, the competitors must fight to the death. The last tribute standing wins. Of course every other district, except 1, 2, and 4, don't have that much of a chance to come home, alive. This is the Capitol's way of reminding us how totally we are at their mercy. I breathe out slowly, still calming my nerves, still with no success. The mayor the starts to read the list of the past District 5 victors, three girls and two boys. Out of all the years the Hunger Games have been going, we have had five victors, which are still living. The mayor gives a huge sigh and introduces Effie Trinket. Only some of the people clap, but, that doesn't damage her bubbly personality.
I drown out what Effie says until she says her famous, "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor."
Every year her hair seems to change color, this year it's pink.
"Ladies first!" She says, happily and walks daintily over to the girls' reaping ball.
Her hand plunges into the ball and her hand fishes around for awhile, making me more anxious then I was when she walked onto the stage. She pulls a slip out, making her way back to podium.
She coughs into her slightly opened fist away from the microphone and says, "The girl tribute from District 5 is…" She smoothes out the slip, making me ever more anxious.
"Star Velvetine." She smiles. I freeze, my blood becoming ice cold. I let a shocked expression slip it's way onto my features after realizing that she called my name.
