Okay so here is the second chapter. It is still short. I'm sorry :(. It is still the same night and I kinda published this story a couple minutes ago, so of course, I haven't gotten any feed back. I mean who would expect to have someone read this in 3 or so minutes, know exactly what to write and do that all in this amount of time! (by the way the answer is not me, if you were wondering) okay well I'm sorry about these two chapters, but I hope you guys who haven't left at the end or start of the first chapter like this! By the way I don't own anything from the Hunger Games. I just came up with the name Terra, everything else belongs to the wonderful Suzan Collins!
Chapter Two
I managed to last the whole week. The more I thought about my father the more I despised him. Everything that my mom ever said about him came back to be. What a scumbag he was, how he'd always come home drunk, how he always was drunk. Yes, my mother understood that after the Games, he had nightmares all the time, even when he was awake, but she thought that he would fight through it for me. But he didn't. My mom didn't want me growing up in that type of an environment, so she talked to the people at the Capital, and was able to set up an arrangement so that we were able to go back with her family. Now the time had come where I had to face him. It was the day of the Reaping.
I woke up early again to get ready. I put on my best dress that my mother gave to me. It was a navy blue dress with lace at the sleeves. It was the most beautiful thing that I had ever set my eyes on. The Peacekeepers finally arrived at my door at one in the afternoon to escort me to where the Reaping will take place. We walked in silence just like we always did, no small talk or chatter. I looked across the square and saw other men dressed in white knocking on another door that must be my father's. Also, a lady that was so ridiculously dressed she wouldn't have fit in anywhere but the Capitol, was being escorted ahead of me. I heard her moaning and groaning about what a filth-hole this district was. I could agree with her on that. This place was the worst district I have ever seen, but I knew they couldn't afford anything better. District 12 was the poorest of them all, by a landslide.
I was pulled from my thoughts when we arrived at the square. I finally met the lady in front of me, Effie Trinket. "Ah yes, Haymiltch's daughter, right? How, um very nice to meet you." She said with a tone of disgust. By the sound of that, my father hadn't changed much.
"Listen, I don't really know much about my father, or what he did, but I am nothing like him. Trust me, the last time I saw him was when I competed in the games myself. I saw the way he acted and made a mental note to never be like that. So please, don't judge me on a man that never had an influence on my life." I had this speech prepared, just in case someone like Effie Trinket would come along.
"Oh well in that case, I will try my best." She said in truly kind voice. And with this, we stopped talking and sat in peace, but that was soon interrupted. My wasted father came up on stage making quite a scene. He first slid down into a seat between Effie and me, then tried to give her a nice, big hug. He gave me an odd look after Effie fought him off, but actually did leave me alone. Effie soon got up to go draw the name of the two tributes. I zoned out as this happened because it brought back horrible memories. All I heard was "May the odds be ever in your favor!" I heard a name called, but I didn't pay attention. I was closing my eyes and biting my lower lip trying to block out all of the horrible memories that were flooding back to me. Luckily, before the tears came, a desperate scream slapped me awake.
"Prim!" This mystery girl swept the younger girl, who looked no older than 12 or 13, behind her immediately. "I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!" Now I was really paying attention. On stage, many people were confused. District 12 had only had 2 winners, so even the idea of someone volunteering was unheard of.
Effie, being the optimistic lady she been taught to be said, "Lovely! But I believe there's a small matter of introducing the reaping winner and then asking for volunteers, and if one does come forth then we, um…" Wow! For once Effie Trinket was out of words to say. I saw her talking to other people during past years of the Games and she would just never shut up!
"Who cares?" I yelled. By the way the two girls looked, the older one was an older sister to the younger one. Friendship would never go that far, and rarely family didn't push over that line either, so nobody was going to stop her from protecting her younger sister.
"What does it matter? Let her come forward." The mayor said. He looked at the duo like he knew them, like he cared. Not many people would do that. They would be celebrating that it wasn't their children that were chosen. The younger girl was in hysteric. She was clinging to the older girl and yelling, "No, Katniss! No! You can't go!" So this girls name was Katniss, alright.
Katniss told her little sister to let go. Soon later, an older boy, who looked around Katniss' age, came and took Prim. He said something inaudible to Katniss, and she then turned around and made her way up to the stage. Effie talked to her for some time, then asked everyone to give her a round of applause. Instead of doing that, the crowd stayed silent until one man put his three middle fingers to his lips them held them with his palm facing towards Katniss. Everyone else soon followed. I saw the formation of tears in the girl's eyes, but right at that moment my father chose that to interrupt everything.
"Look at her. Look at this one!" he yells, "I like her! Lots of … Spunk!" he finally came up with. "More than you! More than you!" he shouts directly at the camera. I wasn't sure if it was his alcohol talking or just pure nerve, but I'm pretty sure he just insulted the Capitol. I was very impressed, until he fell off stage. He needed to be taken away on the stretcher because he knocked himself out on the fall.
Effie tries to recollect herself and get everyone's attention back. She eventually did and went to go call the male tribute. She called a boy named Peeta Mellark. When he walked up on stage I noticed that he looked the same age as Katniss. I hoped they didn't know each other because then it is a lot harder to go into the arena together. By the look on her face though, she knew him. I could already tell that these Games were going to be interesting.
Okay, well thoughts? P.S. I hope I don't SEAM(haha get it? ((You may not. It was a stupid joke anyway.))) like I'm being one of those people who ask for reviews to update. I just want to know your thoughts and ideas to see if I should change this, get rid of it, or keep it up, so really, if you think I'm being to naggy, please let me know. (gosh there I go again. ugh.) Well thank you for trudging through the second chapter of this iffy story. Ill update soon, but probably not until Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday. Sorry :( Ill be at Volleyball all this weekend and have a midterm Tuesday, so I'll be studying Monday, then I have a week off! (Midterms week and I only have to go in once!) sorry I'm rambling so I'll let you carrying on with your lives now. too-da-loo!