A/N: Here's the second chapter! I hope whoever read this liked the 1st chapter!
A huge thank you to FinnickLovr4Ever, the first person who reviewed for this story!
And, FinnickLovr4Ever, to answer your question, I think it would be a great idea to go into the quarter quell and the war, but it will surely be shorter than the games bit.
Chapter 2
I lumber out of bed, struggling to open my eyes because of the extreme sunlight. I don't bother fooling with the pretty little dresses and necklaces. I never do. Just a comfortable pair of trousers and a top will do. I consider a jacket, but bag the idea due to the heat. After doing my hair in a slick ponytail, I slump my way downstairs.
When I get downstairs, breakfast has already been set. It's nothing much, something considered useless to the capitol citizens.
But to me it means a lot.
Mother made waffles and pancakes every time there was a special occasion. It started as a birthday thing, and somehow grew onto every special occasion possible.
I guess it's just a thing between our family.
Mother looks frail and weak. Actually, she always does. With the pressure of having to take care of us, especially Albert, and also working at a farm or something day and night. Her hair is streaked with lines of gray, which make her look decades older than she really is. I wonder how cheerful and happy she must've been before Rhea died. But even that's hard to recall, after what our family has been through these years.
After ages of seemingly scratching trees with my knives and conducting a bit of target practice, it's about time for the reaping. The odds might be in my favor today, or they might not. Whatever. My name is in five times because I have to, and I've taken tessarae. A portion for both mother and Albert, though Albert usually eats most of it. He needs all the health and care he can get from this poor family.
The village square is tightly packed with people signing in for the reaping, betting on the tributes chosen, and wishing others good luck. I sign in with the people and head over to the area where all of the sixteen year olds stand.
A sudden boom rings out onto the village square. I look onto the stage, and it's nothing but Rosa, our ridiculously made up escort, fresh from the capitol. She's testing to see if the mics work, and if the citizens on district seven ever listen.
"Welcome, welcome, welcome! Welcome to another year of our fabulous exciting annual Hunger Games reaping!"
Ugh. I can't help not being mean, but the Capitol citizens have horrible accents.
Rosa flounces her way over to the glass balls where the names are held. Before she picks anyone, though, she shows us the treaty of treason.
Now, I usually don't care more or less about the stupid Treaty of Treason. It was a rather foolish way of reminding us what we did to anger the capitol, apparently. Why take it out on us? Why not have just punished the rebels themselves? I'm pretty sure that what the Capitol is doing will lead to another rebellion, and this time they might not be so lucky.
I'm wrong? Hey! I'm just making a prediction!
Rosa wakes us all again by drawling into the microphone. " And now, to select our courageous female and male tributes! As usual, ladies first!"
She pulls out a random slip of paper, and I prayed the whole time that it wasn't me.
Rosa reads out the name.
" And our female tribute is- Johanna Mason!"