Hi everyone! Sorry I was late with updating the story. I had Writer's Block and then my computer just had to get a stinking virus…anyways, here's the story!
Chapter 1
Lucy woke up suddenly. She had a dream…something about black cloaks? She turned over and went right back to sleep.
Lucy was a bright, cheerful 15 year old (A/N: I know Lucy is 17 in Fairy Tail, but I thought 15 was best for this story.) who lived in District 8. (A/N: In case you forgot, District 8 is where all the clothes and the cloth comes from.) She had blond hair and big, chocolate brown eyes. Lucy was thin and nimble, and she was very good with a needle.
Lucy woke up with a jolt. She looked at the clock. 8:00 AM! She was late for her job at the factory! She threw on some clothes, kissed her aunt and uncle goodbye, and patted her 6 year old cousin, Loke, on the head.
"Can I come with you?" Loke pleaded. He did this every day. Lucy sighed and knelt down to look Loke in the eye.
"Loke, the factory isn't a good place for children."
"But there are people that are 4 years old that work there!" Loke argued.
"The Capitol does what they want to do, Loke. But you aren't going to work at that smoky, ug-"
"Lucy, you're late for your job!" Her aunt cried. Lucy kissed Loke's forehead, and walked out of the house. She ran to the factory, and saw her best friend, Levy.
"Hey Levy!" Lucy shouted, and ran to her friend.
"Hey Luce! Whatcha making today?"
"I'm making a giant suit for some Peacekeeper." Lucy sighed. "But this week they keep on bringing new recruits to watch over us. You know how new people are."
"Are they using the whip a lot?" Levy looked sympathetic.
"Yeah."
"That must be horrible!" Levy exclaimed. "But everyone knows you're the best uniform maker there is!"
"Thanks, Levy" The two best friends hugged and each made their way to their stations.
The next day, Lucy started getting dressed in her work clothes, and then remembered something. Today was the Reaping! Each year, the Capitol would choose one boy and one girl from each district to fight to the death in the Hunger Games. It was disgusting how the Capitol used all the people!
Lucy quickly got dressed in her finest dress, put her hair up in a bun, and made her way to the Center of District 8.
When she got there, she saw her aunt, uncle, and Loke waiting for her. A man dressed in a ridiculous bright red suit stepped on the platform and the crowd became silent.
"Welcome to the 16th annual Hunger Games!" he said. "As usual, we will now pick the tributes!" He sounded so excited.
"Ladies first." The man plunged his hand into the glass ball full of names. He chose one and slowly unfolded it.
"Lucy Heartfilia."Lucy's heart pounded. Everyone turned to look at her. She felt her feet slowly shuffle forward and, to her surprise, found herself at the stage. Lucy slowly ascended the steps, and turned around to face the audience.
"And what a lovely girl we have here!" The man exclaimed with too much enthusiasm. He picked a name out of the other glass ball.
"Fred Goslem." Lucy saw a red haired boy walk up the stairs to the stage. She looked him in the eye and saw her own fear reflected in his blue eyes. She had to protect him. A boy this young (A/N: He's about 10 years old. I forgot the age when people get entered into the Hunger Games. Oops) shouldn't have to die when he had his whole life ahead of him. She would protect him no matter what.
And that's it for now, folks! That was one long chapter! I hope it made up for the long time when I didn't update! Don't forget to R&R!