DO NOT OWN ANYTHING THAT IS BASED OF THE HUNGER GAMES SERIES INCLUDING THE CHARCTERS except my own
So to clear things up, it's all going to be from both perspectives within this story, might be a while before I post a pov from Aralia. I want the story to get into more detail considering I'm still at the beginning of this story. Hopefully it turns out the way I want it too. Hope you enjoy! Ps. I know the chapters are short, it's hard to keep the suspense going with writing a lot.
CHAPTER TWO
That's how I noticed her, that's how the whole of Panem noticed her. She was a tribute for District 4 of the 70th Hunger Games.
"Well that's it folks for tonight, tomorrow night is the Tribute Parade, signing off Ceaser Flickerman" Said the announcer, just before the TV in our house went black.
Needless to say I was heartbroken, to see Aralia's small figure up on the stage in district 4. Her tan hands shaking by her side, eyes as wide as a doe's and a forced smile on her beautiful face, is telling everyone no matter what that it will be fine. The mandatory viewings of the games harboured emotions I've never felt before. The one emotion which I still can't figure out is still in my body, it's there every waking moment.
By now I'm standing shoulder to shoulder with the other boys my age, in front of us is the stage where I can only just depict colours of the attire people are wearing, I know Effie Trinket, is wearing bright pink clothing to match her bright pink hair as she stands before the microphone while the whole of district 12 listens to not only her voice but the voice of the districts coal dust winds as they blow hope into our mists. "Welcome, welcome to the 74th Hunger Games, my names Effie Trinket. We pick one boy and one girl' The children of our district duck out heads in knowing that two of our own will more than likely be dead in the end. Effie smiles 'Be happy children, it's a great honour being a tribute in the hunger games, Now for the female tribute' I look towards the female's side of the area dividing us up between sexes. All the females from 12 to 18 standing around each other on one side, and all of us boys on the other. I look through the crowd of females, weighing the possibility of who would be called up to the stage to be introduced as the female tribute for 12. " And the female tribute is….' Effie plunges her hand into one of two large bowls on either side of her microphone, swirls her hand around insides and gently takes out one of the names. Her eyes scan the piece of paper then the crowd before her; clears her throat and with a smile says 'Miss Primrose Everdeen.' The crowd if it wasn't already silent went even quieter. The patter of silent tears and little shoes are the only noise that is clear, except one voice from the back of the crowd. "I volunteer for Tribute" Katniss Everdeen, sister to Primrose. The hunter of district 12 is putting her hand up to volunteer for a game of death.
"Ahh very well child, come up here, quickly now come-on" Effie said with too much excitement in her voice.
Katniss Everdeen with her long shiny dark hair in braids walks up to Effie with a little more conviction that she is okay, stands beside her on the stage and silently sheds just one tear.
With the whole of district 12 in a state of shock Effie walks over to the other bowl and picks out one card. One card which changes my life forever. 'Peeta Mellark" Effie shouts across the event as I stand still too shocked to comprehend, I'm the boy with the bread, how would I fight off an enemy with bread? I put one foot in front of the other trying not to faint in front of the whole of Panem and also trying not to look back at the faces of my family. The walk to the stadium was daunting, now I know how Aralia felt so afraid. Aralia. If I win this I get to be with her, actually see her again.
"Well give it up for the tributes of district 12, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. May the odds be ever in your favour" the crowd signals the sign of the district putting three fingers to their mouth then up in a salute.
Peacekeepers surrounded us as soon the salute started trying to push us into the doors of the justice building.
Effie clears her throat one last time 'Oh, new rules from the capitol, the mentors your tributes are supposed to have from your district have been replaced, the 74th hunger games is now and forever more, districts mentors will be mentoring other districts and cannot have communication to their districts tributes, Thank you'
Great, our mentor will be from another district. Why do I have a feeling now that I'm never going to see Aralia again?
