The First Hunger Games

by Gweneviere Allistar

Back to the beginning...see how the very first Hunger Games began! Follow Bridgett, District 12's very first girl tribute, through the horror that is, The Hunger Games. Please review! I know there's a bajillon of these, so I appreciate it if you review:

2. Chapter 2:Getting ready

Bridgett sighed as her mother relentlessly pulled her long blonde hair into a tight braid.

"Ouch! Mom, that hurt!" She complained as her mother gave an extra tug. Bridgett had pulled her dress on and was wearing identical socks and shoes to Misty, who was running around their parent's room singing "Hunger Games, Hunger Games. Oh, I love the Hunger Games!" at the top of her apparently huge lungs.

"Misty, you can't LOVE the Hunger Games. You haven't even seen one yet!" Their mother laughed, still with some difficulty to try and braid at the same time. Reeta Belvinden was a good, hardworking wife. She never asked for much, and taught her children the important life lessons they needed to know. Her two daughters were her pride and joy, and loved watching them grow into two, very different people. Bridgett was very cautious, observant girl, never participating in something she thought was wrong. She wasn't uptight, really. Just….quiet. Misty, on the other hand, was loud and rowdy and a definite cause of trouble. As Mrs. Belvinden braided her eldest daughter's hair, she thought about how this, reaping, as they called it, would effect her children as they grew up. She was only brought back to reality by Bridgett, who was screaming bloody murder about how they were going to be late for possibly-THE-coolest-thing-to-happen-in-this-district-EVER. Reeta immediately realized the time, and quickly finished up Bridgett's hair and raced out the door with her girls, the males having to come half an hour earlier.

"Wonder what it's gonna be like?" Misty asked, running alongside her sister and mother.

"I don't know, but whatever it is, I don't think we'll forget it." Reeta said, noticing the elaborate banners in the distance. But I think we'll want to forget. Reeta thought, as a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach began.

I think we'll want to forget.

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