Hey guys! Here is the introduction. I'm so sorry for these changes but I really hope you enjoy the story :)
I wake up with a silent start. My ears ringing, heart beating out of my chest, sweat pouring down my body. I check my clock, it reads 1:36am. I shiver, despite the warm night and slump back on my bed.
Since I was twelve, I have experienced the nerve-wracking reapings that, I am now eligible for. I've had the same tradition every night before they begin. I can never sleep, but when I did, I had gut wrenching nightmares. I am now fifteen, a year shy of my mothers age, when she went into the arena for the first time, and I have a feeling, that the closer I get to my mothers age, the more I become like her; the more chance I will go into the arena, and die. I know all about my parents time in the arena: from the reapings, to the train rides, to the places they stayed, the training tests, what you need to do to survive, how to know which people to trust. I know who I trust, the Hawthornes. Gale, Johanna, Emily and Ash. Gale is my godfather and my mother's Best Friend, he doesn't like my father much and chooses to stay away from us as much has he can, visiting only on special occasions. Johanna and Emily, come and see us more frequently than Gale does; Johanna and Mum gossip frantically over endless cups of tea, while Emily and my ten year old brother, Joshua, go into the near-by meadow and entertain themselves. As for Ash, he's a lot like me. We have the same dark brown hair and naturally lightly tanned skin. We're both quiet, or "self contained" as my mother calls it. Whenever the Hawthornes come round, Ash and I get stuck supervising the little ones or making bread or fetching photo books, but most of the time we go into the forest to hunt. This notion was wrongly supported only by our own parents and is punishable by death, but we haven't got caught yet, and don't plan to in the near future. I don't particularly like hunting, the thought of murdering helpless animals with my bow and arrow almost makes me sick to my stomach, but I just get on with it. Last time I saw Ash was at the Reaping last year. We didn't exchange any words, just worried glances. I sigh at the memory and check the time again. The clock reads 1:57 it's nearly 2o'clock in the morning. I snuggle up against my pillow and close my heavy eyelids, and before long, I sink into yet another beautifully terrifying nightmare.
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