After much thought and consideration, i have decided i cannot continue this story :(
Unfortunatly, i have been dried out of any remotely good ideas, and i regret to say this :(
I would like to thank you all for story alerting/favourite storing/ reviewing and also the quite readers who read it
i am sorry and regret my horribleness! for everyone of my dedicated readers, i am dearly, whole heartedly sorry.
but i wood like to saqy that i am not done writting. i am starting to write a peeta/katniss fanfiction that will hopefully be successfull.
for those of you who are interested, it will take plae in catching fire and katniss is preganant. i got the idea off of a friend who had read a similar story, so if you ave read one similar ... sorry
i also had the odea of wrtittng about my own hunger games. i have snippets below and if you like, pleas message me to see if this story is worth conitnueing :) THE SPARE space is for the ones that i have not completed yet :)
District One:
Emelda jabbed her hand into her components ribs. The girl fell back with a loud cry. Emelda smirked.
"Nicely done, Emelda. You will represent district One nicely." Said the Head of the Academy.
"Thank you, sir."
The head gave her a small smirk before leaving. Emelda wiped the non-existing sweat off her forehead, and turned around to collect her bag and leave. When she turned though, she saw Sloan Bute. Her eyes narrowed and a sneer formed on her face.
"Well, hello lovely," he said with an arrogant wink. Emelda rolled her eyes. She walked over to Sloan, picked up her bag and left the Academy Building. But Sloan did not leave her. She picked up her pace, but Sloan was still hot on her tail.
"So, I hear you're going to be the female tribute this year. How exciting! But unfortunately for you, you won't make it out,"
Emelda stopped abruptly. She sharply turned around to face Sloan, her index finger pointed out, read to jab Sloan in the chest.
"And why is that!" she spat out. Sloan pushed down her finger and leant down so he was eye to eye with Emelda.
"Because, you're up against me." Sloan took a step back and turned to leave. He gave her a lazy wave. Emelda smiled. This was going to be good, she thought, she would enjoy killing Sloan.
She was dragged out of her thought when her best friend, Glimmer, hugged her from behind.
"I know that look, Mel! Who're you going to tear apart! Who's the lucky victim to be throttled with your oh-so beautiful hands?" Glimmer purred.
"Why, none other than Sloan Bute. Brother of Marvel Bute, and the bastard who broke my sister's heart,"
District Two:
Marcella ran through the large crowd that had formed in front of the Academy. A bright and happy smile was plastered on her face. Today was perfect for her. She had won the overall competition to compete I this year's Hunger Games. She looked down for one second, but found herself in the chest of a tall and masculine man. Marcella was quite short for her age. Not devastatingly short, but still short. So when she looked up and saw Cato, a boy in her training unit, she was surprised.
"Cato!" she smiled. Cato looked down at her and nudged her shoulder.
"Hey, Marcy," he asked, his gaze suddenly focused in the distant.
"Let me guess, you're looking for Clove," Marcella joked. By the look of surprise in Cato's eyes, Marcella knew she was right.
"Ha, chill Cato. We all know you like her, except Clove herself,"
"Oh, well, I assume you're looking for your boyfriend," Cato said knowingly.
"Yeah, how'd you guess?" Marcella replied cheekily.
"Well, after he beat me in the finals, he said he was going to go brag about his winnings to you,"
Marcella's eyes grew confused, then deadly.
"He competed!" she spat out. Cato took a step back, surprise and fear clouding his eyes. Marcella pushed Cato out of the way and barged through the crowd. Anger rose up in her. How dare he, she thought. He promised! Angry tears brewed in her eyes. That selfish, egoistic jerk! He knew I was competing! I'm going to kill him! Screw the arena!
Marcella didn't bother to knock on Kane's door. She didn't care if his parents were inside. But the possibility was slim. His parents were never home.
"KANE!" she screamed. She heard a loud thump from the floor above. "GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!"
She heard the clatter of books from upstairs and then the patter of feet. She saw her boyfriend's body peek through the staircase. When he saw how angry his girlfriend was, he tried to run back up stairs.
"NO! Get here now!" Kane flinched then slowly walked to Marcella.
"You promised you wouldn't compete! You knew I was going to be in it!"
"Oh, come one, Marce! Don't you ridicule me! You know I have to compete! My dad forced me to!"
"Well you didn't have to win!"
"You know what my dad would have done if I didn't!"
"Really? Did you ever think what would happen to us? When you won and so did I?"
"I didn't think you would win!" Marcella eyes grew wide. Kane's words hurt her. They stung her like a bee, and she could feel the venom of them seeping into her nerves. She began to cry angry and hurt tears.
"Oh, Marce, I didn-"
"No, Kane. No," Marcella backed away from the eighteen year old and ran out of his house. She was hurt and angry. She didn't want to compete against Kane. She didn't want to kill him.
District Three:
Jenibelle sat back in her seat after handing her quiz back to the Professor. When she sat down, she saw the boy next to her frantically scratching his head.
"Damn it," she heard him whisper. When the Professor started reading his book again, Jenibelle leant over to the boy.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice low and barely audible.
The boy looked up to her. Jenibelle was taken aback by his beautiful clear blue eyes.
"Um, it's nothing." The boy glanced back down at his tablet. He grazed his fingers on the tablet, making the hologram that was shown muddle up. The boy cursed.
Jenibelle took a quick glance at his work and gave him a knowing smile. She silently moved her seat closer to the boy and whispered in his ear.
"Question Ten is wrong. You're thinking of the other guy who created Apple. And in question Eleven, the answer doesn't have to be figured out with the Gate's theory. But you got question Twelve right. That one was the easiest. We all know Tumblr was the greatest website created."
The boy's blue eyes widened as he stared at Jenibelle. A smile tugged his lips.
"Thanks. I'm Euclid. But call me Clide." Clide held out his hand for Jenibelle to shake. Jenibelle took his hand.
"Jenibelle. But, please call me Jeni, or Belle."
District Four:
Hali bit the bottom of her lip. She closed her eyes and begged that her net was filled with fish. Today was a slow day. Hali had been fishing since three in the morning, and now it was six. She had only caught five fish. Hali pulled up her net and saw that it was full. Well, full of squid.
Hali cursed under her breath. Her father needed fish, not squid. Hali opened her net and let the squid fall out. She threw the net into her boat and turned on the motor. Her boat sped through the water and slowed down as she made it only miles away from the shore.
Hali cursed again. She was stuck in the water till eight, when all the fishermen went out to fish. Hali kicked the motor.
"Why won't you work!" she screamed. Hali was known for her lack of patience.
"Hello! Hey! Do you need any help?" a voice yelled. Hali turned around and saw Zale Stylinson. Not only was Zale her annoying neighbor, but he was a lady's man. A horrible one at that. He was all talk and game, but when it came to having to get rid of the pests he brought home, it was Hali who had to get rid of them.
"I'm fine, Stylinson! Go away!" Hali didn't need to face Zale this early in the morning. She could hear Zale's honey-like laugh.
"No can do there, Thalassa! Can I call you Hali now? Or are you still angry at me for the last girl you had to get rid of?" Zale called. Hali rolled her eyes. She waved her hands over, indicating Zale to come pick her up. Zale's grin turned into an ear to ear smile that lit up his eyes.
When Zale reached Hali, he tried to open his mouth to speak, but was stopped by Hali.
"No. I'm still angry at you. I don't appreciate having to literally drag out my cousin, and then have to put up with hours of her tears! Thanks to you, not only is she heartbroken, but now my Reaping dress is gone! I had to give it to her for her to stop whining and crying!"
Zale bit back a laugh, but Hali caught his effort.
"No, Zale! It's not funny! You owe me a new dress!" Zale shook his head with a small amused smile on his face. Hali smiled as well. It was a true and genuine one.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know, I know. Another thing to add on my endless list of I-owe-you."
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District Eight:
Obelia Trail starred out her window. She sighed. The day before the Reaping was never a pleasant one. Most hid in their homes, or going to the shops to buy for the upcoming Reaping. But not the Trails. They were all in their clothing shop, selling clothing to all that came.
"Hello? Can I please get some attention here?" someone asked from the counter. Obelia shook herself out of her stance and walked to the counter. Their stood a young man and girl. The girl starred at the beautiful rack of dresses, and the young man starred anxiously at the money in his hands.
"Hi. How can I help you?" Obelia asked. Obelia looked up at the young man before her. He was quite tall, but compared to the fourteen year old girl, everyone was tall. He had light brown hair and chocolate brown eyes.
"Um, yes actually. This is my sister's first Reaping, and she needs a dress to wear," Obelia smirks.
"A little late, don't you think?"
"If it was, you wouldn't be open," he says back. Obelia smiles slightly and nods her head agreeing.
"Well, what are you looking for?"
The girl looks at Obelia and furrows her eyebrows. She glances around the room, looking for something she likes.
"I don't know, actually," Obelia nods her head.
"Well, I'm Obelia."
"Oh, I'm Bonnie and this is my brother Caden," Obelia gives the two and small smile before walking over to a rack of simple, plain dresses.
"These are the most popular dresses for Reapings. They're simple, plain, and reverent; everything you need to look like at a Reaping."
Bonnie nods her head. She looks up at her older brother, but Caden just shrugs.
"We'll take which ever fits her," Caden gives Obelia a half-hearted smile and leaves the store, leaving the money on the counter.
District Nine:
Hermione Holliday ran around the City Square. She was excited. Her birthday had just passed, and now she was 14. It didn't bother her that the Reaping was just a day away.
"Moine! Moine! Watch out!" Hermione didn't hear the cries of warning until it was too late. Hermione turned around and bumped into someone holding a crate full of grain. She clashed to the ground with a loud thump.
Hermione looked up and saw Tasus Shore on the floor in front of her.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Hermione crawled over to Tasus and helped him put the spilt grain into the crate.
"Ha, it's fine Moine. Oh, happy birthday!" Tasus smiled down at his girlfriend's younger sister. Hermione looked up at Tasus and smiled. It wasn't going to be a happy birthday for her.
District Ten:
"Theron!" Artemis yelled. She looked around her twin's bedroom, but saw nothing. Artemis walked outside.
"Theron!" Artemis was about to call for him again, until a tall figure tackled her to the ground. Artemis yelped and giggled as she fell to the ground. Her brother rolled off of his giggling sister. The two looked similar. They both had their mother's deep, brown, concerned eyes, and the same happy and mysterious smile. But the two were not identical. Theron was a foot taller than Artemis.
"What's wrong, sister dear?" he laughed.
"Mother wants you. She wants you to try on dad's old Reaping suit." Theron sat up and rolled his eyes.
"Oh, come one, Theron. Just one more Reaping! Then we're free!" Theron looked down at his twin sister. He gave her a small smile and brushed a few streaks of stray hair off her face.
"Don't you see? The moment we stop going to Reapings is the moment we work effortlessly for minimum wage for the Capital. Either way, we're still under their control," Theron looked into the meadow they lived next to.
Artemis sat up as well and put her hand over her brother's. She rested her head against his shoulder and sighed.
"We'll never be free, Artie. Never. They'll always control us." Theron's eyes darkened and his jaw tensed. Artemis stood up and took him with her.
"Hey, look at me Ron. After tomorrow, we won't have to worry about being chosen for the Hunger Games. We can move on. Can't we?" Artemis soothed. Theron looked at Artemis in the eye. His expression softened and he yanked Artemis to his chest. Tears began to swell in his eyes.
"Artie, I swear, if you get chosen, I will do everything in my power to get you out," Artemis hugged Theron back. She could feel his worry, his anger and his fear.
"I won't get picked, Ronnie. There are about a hundred kids out there tomorrow. I'm only one person. I've taken no tessare, even though you have. If anything, I should be worried about you," Artemis whispered.
Theron broke away from his sister. He looked her straight in the eye and felt like cringing. His dear sister looked so innocent and fragile, as if a gust of wind would break her. He smiled weakly. A gust of wind flew by, making her long brown hair fly all over the place. Artemis tried to contain her wild hair, but Theron beat her. He tugged her hair behind her ears. Artemis looked into her brother's eyes. She saw the tense and clouded expression that he could not hide.
A pit of worry began to build in Artemis' stomach.
"Ron?"
"Don't go volunteering,"
"I won-"
"No, Artie. I know you. If a twelve year old get's reaped, promise me you won't volunteer. I won't lose you."
"Ronnie-"
"Promise me." Theron demanded
"Fine. As long as if I go to the Hunger Games, you won't volunteer."
"I'm not going to do that" Artemis pushed away from Theron. Her eyes were narrowed and her brows were furrowed. She stomped off into their house. Theron followed her.
"How do you expect me to promise you that?" Artemis stopped abruptly, causing Theron to fall on the floor. She leant down accusingly. Her anger seeping out of her.
"You expect me to do what you want, but you won't do what I want!"
"Because I have to protect you!"
Artemis poked her tongue at Theron childishly and ran to her room. She slammed the door and screamed at it. Theron's jaw locked and he stomped to his room.
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