Chapter 1:

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Chapter 1:

                I woke up, breathing heavy. Today was the day. Just great, this makes my morning. I groaned and pulled myself out of my bed, dreading the day. Do you think they'd find me if I just hid in bed. Ugh, of course they'd find me.

                I'm Gabbie by the way. My real name is Gabriella but that's a bit formal don't you think? Anyway, I'm 16 and from District 12. Yeah , yeah , the district that the famous 'Katniss and Peeta' are from. Don't remind me.

                 Yeah, they're heroes. But what about us? My family? They just escaped with their families leaving us here with the punishments. We still have the Hunger Games. Luckily, I haven't gotten picked yet. Only two more years to go.

                I have dirty blonde curly hair like my mother, and it's pretty long. I like my hair and I don't want it cut, especially by the people here. No thank you. But, I have blue eyes. Ocean blue. People say I have puppy dog eyes, so I am guessing they're big eyes.

                I'm short though. I am only 5'1/2. Sad huh? But, I am skinny as well.? So I'm tiny. And you guys wonder why I don't want to get picked for the Hunger Games. I have no chance.

                I have a little brother, Landon. He's adorable. My father's eyes, dark green. His hair is darker than mine and his hair is getting pretty long, mom really has to go take him to get it cut. My brother is only 10, but sadly he just turned 11. His first year in the Reaping. I'm just worried is all. He's tinier than me.

                Then there's my mother, Sarah. She worries all the time like me. But me? I'm stronger than her. I may not be able to take physical pain but I sure can handle emotional and mental pain.

                My father, Brent, died a few years ago. He was involved with the whole "Katniss and Peeta" thing. Sadly, they got to him..he was put to death. My whole family was devastated. What surprises me most is that they didn't execute us as well. That's good though I guess.

                So, I got out of bed and slipped on my simple light blue dress. Yes, it's quite fancy but for the Reaping that is what you have to do. Dress up. But anyway, you may think I am a rich girl from looking at this dress? Don't be too sure, I have money. Just not a lot of it.

                Like I told you before, my father was involved with the "Katniss and Peeta" thing. He was a part of the Capitol and got paid lots and lots of money. They were going to pay more if he moved to the capitol, taking us with him. But, we much rather stay here.

                I brushed my curls softly and left it down, letting it fall over my shoulders. I slipped on my shoes and walked out of my room.

                “Landon it’s going to be okay baby.” My mother soothed Landon, her voice gentle and soft.

                 “Yeah bud, it’ll be fine.” I heard the most amazing, husky, voice in the world, bringing a smile to my face.

Brad.

*Hellooooo peoples! I am truly sorry I am not Wattpad as I used to be but it’s hard trying to do school, family, sports and this all at once. I will try to get a chapter up for one of my other stories. Maybe all of them? No promises(: Just keep with me people! I love you!!

Oh, you guys could follow me on Instagram! @Sweetgabbie13

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