Never ending story
A/N
Hi, It's me. I apologise for possible mistakes in this story.
I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1
I was running through the woods.
Something or rather someone was chasing me.
It was getting hard to breathe so I had to stop in order to catch my breath.
I heard light footsteps slowly creeping from behind .
My adrenaline was wearing off and only then was I aware that I stood no chance against my attacker.
A shadow appeared.
This is it, I said to myself whilst miserably failing to get up into a fighting stance.
I waited for the punch but it never came.
As I opened my eyes, I saw perhaps the most beautiful girl standing right in front of me examining me from head to toe.
She looked effortlessly beautiful even with blood covering her tall and slender figure.
After a minute, she nodded to herself clearly satisfied and outstretched her hand.
"Who are you?", I whispered, trying to muster up some courage.
"What are you doing here?", I asked again louder.
"Wake up Clove", was all she said before disappearing.
"Wake up Clove!", my guardian Stefan yelled from the kitchen. His deep and hoarse voice startled me and in no time I was getting ready for today's Reaping. I put on my mother's dress and went down the stairs for breakfast.
"Are you going to volunteer today?", Stefan asked me once I finally sat down at the kitchen table.
"Yes sir", I responded. We were never really close so there was no reason for me to say more than that.
"Good", and with that he left me alone with my thoughts. I wasn't feeling scared. I never doubted my skills so I won't start now.
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A lady named Agnes Whitlock stepped onto the stage. She was wearing a beautiful white dress with minimal makeup. I would have taken a liking to her If she weren't from the Capitol. She tapped her microphone twice and then began her speech.
"Welcome, welcome!", she squealed at the District 2 citizens who excitedly cheered on her.
"Today we have gathered here to select two tributes who will bring glory and fame to your district in the 74th Hunger Games ."
"As always, ladies first", she added before picking one paper. I held my breath in anticipation and silently prayed that I don't get drawn out because in that case, someone would volunteer for me and I mustn't let that happen. When she lifted the small paper I felt very anxious and nervous at the same time. I always knew I was going to volunteer but a small part of me hoped I wouldn't.
"Aneeta West", Agnes called out. Good, that was good.
"I volunteer as a tribute!", my voice echoed around the shocked faces of my fellow citizens.
Game on, I thought to myself before stepping up to the stage for introduction.