Let me start by saying I am writing this chapter in the middle of a severe case of writers block. I am trying to write something good for all of you loyal fans, but as all of you authors know, when you have writers block, you really can't think straight until it's over, and sometimes I look over my work at the end and be like...OMG THIS ACTUALLY SEEMS LIKE A CHAPTER! A lot of you have asked me what my writing process is and how I came up with this story in general. Well, I would be happy to answer any questions you have with speed and accuracy. I will be honest, this idea really started out as just a thing that I thought about. What if Clove and Cato lived? What if Katniss and Peeta allied with them? That would be impossible in the actual books, because Suzanne Collins made all of the characters very opposite of eachpther, so we really can't see the possibility of having the 4 of them ally. But I did, because I am weird like that. And then I thought about how strange it would be if they all had kids, the kids met up, and fell in love, forcing their parents to come back into contact with eachother. And before you ask, yes, this was going to be a stupid Hunger Games parody of Romeo and Juliet. What a good thing that I decided against that! And as for my writing process, I write a bunch of random paragraphs, just typing it out, and then when I think it has gotten long enough, I read over it, delete anything that doesn't make sense, edit for spelling mistakes and grammar errors, and then BANG, I have the next chapter. Also, I have new stupid software on my computer(not stupid, just different, and I'm not used to it) that doesn't actually have Microsdt Word, and so, I have no spellcheck. I KNOW, a authors worst nightmare. Trust me, it is. But I am working really hard to keep it all edited and nice, but please, don't start a fan riot if I make a teeny tiny mistake here and there. WE ALL DO IT! OK, so please, review! And because I am just that nice, ask my any question that has to do with writing, the story, the characters, anything! It can be as strange as you want. A question is determined by the imagination of the asker. Ha ha. I don't think that is even a real quote, but it sounded pretty dang cool, so it stays here. I said that I was going to reccomend authors and stories to all of you, and my first one for this chapter is LyndseyRyder12. Yes, I understand that she was in here last time, but that was before she actually posted a chapter of her story, and now she has(5 chapters actually I think) and I am reccomending her again. She is awesome. The story is called The Way Things Should Have Been, and it is freakin amazing! I am her Beta Reader, so I know what I am talking about when I say it is good. At one part, it made me cry. I've laughed, and cried. Yes, this is a wonderful story, and yes, you must check it out, otherwise I will hunt you down and have Miklisho Maccoll kill you. It's not as fun as it sounds. Miklisho is a BAD BAD BAD person. And he doesn't have a place in my roleplay yet. If you want to be a part of the roleplay, let me know. I would happily give you a place, as long as you are truly a fan of this story. NO PHONIES! Kiddin, I love all of you. And also, I am going to try and do a Children of the Games Official Personality Quiz if any of you are interested. Let me know if your review. I am going to make the test soon. Haven't started on it yet because I just thought of the , here's a chapter so you all don't die of boredom. Enjoy it! Review it! Please and thank you!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games(though I wish I did), Suzanne Collins does. I do however own the characters, and any use of those characters in any other story must be authorized by me.
I realized I never did a disclaimer before. OMG, SUZANNE COLLINS DO NOT SUE ME! I GAVE YOU CREDIT SO THERE IS NO NEED FOR ANY OF THAT SHANANAGANS!
Tina lays on the floor, clutching her jaw. Brent and Jason snicker behind me, and I squat on the floor next to Tina.
"Listen, don't tell me I'm knocked up. I can assure you, I am not. I may be required to get married and have children, but I am not knocked up."
"You didn't have to do that." Tina moans.
I turn around to the boys.
"Leave. I'll meet you in study hall in a little while."
They walk away, and I sit down, resting my head against the bottom row of lockers.
"Tina, I'm sorry. I admit, punching you was not the right thing to do. But I am so tired of people assuming things just because I am doing something kind of like it. President Snow is requiring Luke and I to get married in about 3 months. We need to have two children by two years from our wedding day. I'll be a mother at age 16. And I don't like it. But I am not knocked up. I'd appreciate it if we keep this to a fair race. We both have a chance at being McFly High Prom Queen, and the best person will win. If it's you, so be it. I'll be happy for you if it is."
"I'd be happy for you too." Tina whispers, sitting up and next to me against the lockers.
I sigh and feel the coolness of the metal against my cheek.
"I had no idea that you had to have children. I thought you were marrying because you were pregnant. "
"Well, I have a feeling lots of people are thinking like that. Promise me something?" I reply.
"What do you need me to do?" Tina says.
"If someone says I'm knocked up, tell them off. Tell them the truth." I reply.
"I will." Tina replies. I genuinely smile at her, and I stand up, offering my hand out to her. She takes it and I pull her up, since she still has one hand clamped on her jaw. I'm worried that I have broken it.
"I'm sorry...for...hurting your jaw." I say.
"It's fine. I deserved it. Maybe now my mom will let me get a implant on my face, the way those Capitol people have it."
I laugh and she looks at me blankly.
"The Capitol people aren't so beautiful in person. My stylist and prep team were beautiful, but they were also super fake." I laugh.
She starts laughing too.
"Stay the way you are. The world is better off that way." I say.
We walk to the Nurse's office together, where the nurse nearly faints when I come in. Her eyes bug out and she stares at me without saying a word.
"Um...I think my freind needs some help." I say, pushing Tina toward the woman.
She blinks a few times, and then ushers Tina into a chair, where she inspects her face and the brusing on her jaw.
"Is it broken?" I ask.
"No. A small fracture, but that'll heal soon enough. Give it 6 hours and it will stop hurting, and then the rest just happens naturally."
I breath a sigh of relief. I am so happy that I didn't seriously injure Tina, even if I don't really like her.
"And how did this happen?" The nurse asks, pointing at the bruising.
"I got punched." Tina says simply. Calmly. Like it's no big deal.
"Well whoever did this must be pretty damn accurate, because they hit it right where it wouldn't splinter completely. If they had been a fraction of an inch off, you would have had a broken, extremely pained jaw."
"Well, that's a coincidence. I must have some pretty good luck." Tina laughs.
"Mmhmm. Who punched you ?" The nurse asks.
Tina stutters, unable to find the words, even though it's so simple to say I had punched her. Before she crumbles to pieces, i intervene.
"I did. I punched her."
"! Why would you...never mind. I'm calling your parents." She says with a hard glare, which settles out to a smile.
" I getting a demerit too?" I say coolly.
"No. Just a call home I think."
I'm in a lot more trouble then a call home. McFly has a zero tolerance policy of bullying, and me punching Tina counts as physical bullying, and even assault. A call home is a understatement of a miracle. This is wonderfully weird. I am happy of course, but I know that I should be in so much more trouble then this. But I'm not about to complain about this punishment over that one.
Tina and I walk out, and I can already imagine my mothers yelling when I got home...and the bruising I would have tomorrow. Ow. I could feel the pain already. My dad wouldn't be any better. Neither one of them would be happy. They would both be disappointed. I knew the drill by now.
"I'm really sorry." I say for the tenth time in 5 minutes.
Tina laughs.
"It's fine. Nurse Jude said I was going to be fine."
Nurse Jude. I'm surprised. I never knew her name. Jude...why does that name sound so familiar...
Then it hits me.
*FLASHBACK*
"Ella Jude!" Artemis calls out.
"I VOLUNTEER! I VOLUNTEER!"
I run up to the stage, smirking out at the people of District 2. As I look around, there's a little girl, right near the front of the crowd. A 12 year old girl I had taken the place of.
PRESENT DAY
Ella Jude. Nurse Jude was her mother. She was grateful for me saving her daughter from the Games. The only logical reason for Nurse Jude to spare me a demerit and instead opt for a phone call home.
Like I said, I didn't complain about the call. If I had gotten a demerit, I wouldn't have been able to be Prom Queen. Thank god I didn't get a demerit.
I walk to study hall, sit down, and talk with Brent and Jason.
"So have you figured out what kind of dress your wearing for Prom yet?"
"No. And Prom is coming in 5 days. I have such a late start, and Tina is raking in the votes." I say.
"Can I design you a Prom dress?" Jason blurts out.
"You know how to make dresses?" I ask.
"Yeah. I learned while you were on the Victory Tour."
"That's amazing Jason. Of course. Please do."
"Cool. Um...I got your measurements from your prep team. I have an idea. It's in the home economics classroom. Do you want to see it? Or should I keep it a surprise?"
"Surprise please."
"Awww man. I was really hoping you would say you wanted to see it. I think you'll like it."
"I'm sure I will." I laugh.
I leave study hall with Brent and we start hanging up posters. All over the place. He covers the places I can't get to, like the boys bathroom and locker rooms, and by the end of the day, I have the school thoroughly advertised with my prom campaign.
Next is lunch, where I sit down with Brent and Jason and get many glares from those that wish they were us. Ahggh.. the good life. I purchase a salad and hungrily dig into it. "Come on Liz. What up with this? You eat this healthy always?" Brent asks.
"Yes. It's part of my training diet. Eat healthy, stay healthy. It's my parents rule, not mine." I say.
"Gross." Brent and Jason echo.
I laugh and continue eating my salad.
After lunch, I go and smoke a cigarette, perching it elegantly between my fingers like I had seen my prep team. It's not as easy as it seems. I dropped mine in the first 20 minutes I had it.
"Damn it." I mumbled as it rolled onto the concrete sidewalk.
"Want another?" Brent asked.
"Nah. I'm good. I'm going home now."
Yeah, that's the other thing about halfdays. We can go home after lunch. So I went home again, into my own house, and into my room, where I flopped down on my bed and looked up at the celing. Soon enough I was closing my eyes and breathing deeply in comfort.
"Elizabeth!" My mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
My eyes snapped open and I went to her.
"Did you punch a girl today?" She asks.
"Yes." I answer.
"That isn't nice."
"And since when is nice good. I thought you would be proud of me for defending myself, and for punching someone."
"You fractured her jaw!"
"She'll be fine. The nurse even said so."
"Come here." My mom snapped.
I walked down the steps slowly. My mom grabbed my wrist and before I could run, smacked me hard across the face, right around my jawline.
I flinched, but let the blow continue.
"Take off your shirt." My mom said.
"What?"
"You heard me."
I took off my shirt and she hit me with a strip of leather. My back bruised up, but they would be gone of course after my mom used concealer that really did make the marks go away.
And I had learned my lesson. Or so my mom thought.
I went to my room and, not knowing what else to do, went online to chat with Luke.
VIcious1: Hey baby.
Loverboy12: Hey. So glad to hear from you. What's up?
Vicious1: Nothing. Prom campaign. I fractured a girls jaw today too.
Loverboy12: OMG! Why?
Vicious1: She called me knocked up...
Loverboy12: OK, that's a legitimate excuse.
Vicious1: Your still coming to Prom right?
Loverboy12: Yeah. I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Vicious1: As long as I can still go, I'll be there too...
Loverboy12: Parent trouble?
Vicious1: Mom trouble is more like it.
Loverboy12: What did she do this time?
Vicious 1: ...
Loverboy12: Did she hit you again?
Vicious1:... I am choosing not to tell you.
Loverboy: She hit you, didn't she!
Vicious1: She has a good way of making me learn a lesson...
Loverboy12: I am calling social services, I swear to god!
Vicious1: Please don't. They are my parents. And if you loved me, you wouldn't.
Loverboy12: If I didn't love you, I would keep this a secret.
Vicious1: I appreciate you caring, but I am not in the mood for this Luke. I am really busy. Got to go. Love you :)
Loverboy12: Meet me on here later?
Vicious1: Maybe. If I am not grounded.
Loverboy12: I'll find a way to talk to you.
Vicious1: Yeah...ok...you do that... :p
Loverboy12 is offline
"Is this a good way to talk to you?"
A pair of hands comes over my eyes. Luke. And the day has been salvaged.
Yeah, it was crappy, I know. But anyway, review! I need to hear from you people! Please, tell me if I am doing something good or bad. I love you, and I am going to the beach for the weeked, so I can't update this weekend. I will try on Monday.