Hello!
I'm a bit new to the Hunger Games fandom. Most people may know me from the Percy Jackson fandom. Yeah, I'm that weird chick that's writing a trilogy?
Anyways, I LOVE the Hunger Games. The trilogy is amazing. Who here's Team Peeta? =)
I've never really seen a story about the very FIRST Hunger Games, so I'll try my best on it.
Will be in the POV of an OC name Katy Grite. (rhymes with right?)
"Did you hear about the Hunger Games?" My best friend Mitchell asks me. We've been best friends since Kindergarten. I still remember that day. We were sitting at the same table, eating a snack when Mitchell started to eat glue. I told him what my mother always told me when I went through that phase: If you keep eating glue, your mouth will get glued shut. He stared at me, then I took the glue away from him and threw it across the room. It hit the teacher, and we both started laughing. We lost our recess privileges for that day, but it was worth. If not for that, Mitchell and I would've never became friends.
"Yeah," I tell him. "My mother wouldn't let me fall asleep last night. She kept hugging me, and smothering me."
"My mom did the same thing, so did Charlie."
Charlie was Mitchell's older brother. He was nineteen, so he doesn't get to be in the Hunger Games. Lucky him.
"You think we'll be drawn?" I ask him. I'm very scared at the thought. I don't like to kill bugs, let alone people. I'd probably be one of the first people to die.
"Naw," He answers. "There's hundreds of kids in District One. The odds of us being picked is about one in one hundred."
"So when are they going to draw names?" I sit down on a tree stump.
"Today," I hear him mutter. He sits down on the stump beside me. "I hear they're going to air the Hunger Games on television. While they happen."
I feel so sick to my stomach that I want to throw up. We'll be watching a massacre of children killing themselves? That's just not right. "There's this saying going around," I tell Mitchell. "It's 'May the odds be ever in your favor'."
"Yeah, they better be," Mitchell mumbles. He gets up and dusts off his loose, black pants. "Come on," he offers me a tan hand. "Let's take a walk, get our minds off of this thing. We could even visit Aunt Mad."
Aunt Mad wasn't really our aunt. Or anybody's aunt, really. Everyone just called her that because she acts like an aunt, and is kind of mad. She talks about things that are crazy. She says they will happen in the future. She tell stories about her visions, and makes weird herbal potions that are said to heal a person when they're sick, almost dead, or have a birth defect. She may seem strange at first, but once you get to know her, she's just a nice old lady.
I grab his hand and smile. "I'd like that."
We began to walk down a path that only we know where it leads. It's been said to be haunted, so therefore not many people go down it. Since Mitchell and I aren't really afraid of paranormal activities, we go ahead down it. It always empty, except for the occasional lost traveler. The path is long, and filled with many twists and turns, and holes. A couple of times, my foot gets stuck in one and I twist my ankle. It hurts, but only for a second. We continue on until we reach our destination: a beautiful pond.
I begin sprinting towards it. Mitchell and I named it Lake Mystery, because every time we visit it, it always has some sort of mystery there. I take off my boots and slip my feet into the cool water. A breeze caresses my face. I close my eyes and enjoy the moment. I hear Mitchell slip in the water beside me. He grabs my left hand, and holds it tight. I savor the moment.
"This is perfect," I whisper. And it is. I feel like time has frozen. Mitchell and I are the only people in the world. We don't have to worry about our names being drawn to be in the Hunger Games. We don't have to worry about growing old. It's just him and I, and I and him. Together.
Mitchell inches closer to me. He releases my hand and I hear his hand dip in the water. A few seconds later, he pours the refreshing water on top of my head.
My eyes jolt open and I see him, laughing at my wet, clingy hair. I scoop some of the water and splash it at him. It goes in his mouth, and now it's my turn to laugh. We end up splashing each other over and over until we're soaked all over. Laughing, we trod out of the water and lie down on the soft, green grass, next to each other. Mitchell takes my hand, and says, "If one of us does end up in the arena..."
"The other helps with their family?" I finish for him.
"Wow, now you can read my mind?" He smiles.
I don't remember what happened after that. All I remember is drifting off to sleep, dreaming about a world full of lushous meadows and freshwater springs and beautiful sunflowers reaching towards the sky. And Mitchell, of course. Just Mitchell and me, staring at the sky forever, hand in hand.
"Wake up, Katy." Mitchell gently shakes me. My eyes flutter open and I see his face, in front of mine.
"Wha?' I ask weakly, my voice hoarse.
"It's almost time for that Hunger Games drawing. I think they call it a reaping."
I immediately get up. "Let's go!" I grab his hand and began to quickly drag him out of the meadow.
We sprint down the path to the center of the district. Everyone's there, wearing their finest clothes they own. Here we are, wearing our usual, ratty clothes. It raises a couple of eyebrows.
A woman with lemon colored hair and aqua gems planted in the skin outlining her eyes stood on the stage. Two brown baskets sat in front of her. "Ladies first!" She announced, then began to rummage through the basket on the left. She took out a piece of paper, then read, "'Katy Grite.'" My eyes widen. I can feel Mitchell grip my hand tight. The audience is quiet. All eyes turn to me as I walk onto stage. The woman hands me the paper. he goes through the second basket. I know whose name it is even before she reads it: "'Mitchell Viden.'" Our worst nightmares have come true. Mitchell and I are going to be in the Arena of Death.
Second chapter up! Tell me how I'm doing.
~Percidia Jackson