150th Hunger Games ~ The Hidden Cornucopia

Jessie Lawlor ~ District 4

A/N: Just so you all don't get confused, I am doing the girl from every district first. idek how? I am weird like that. That you for the 200 reads, I know it's only small but for me it means a lot. Comment, Vote, Add to Reading list would be appreciate because it makes me love writing this story for you so much more. The Character 'Jessie Lawlor' is based off my friends. Idek why I told you but now you know, so without further ado...

Jessie Lawlor POV:

I quietly push my body through the murky water patiently stalking my pray, a beautiful flat head, it'd have to be close to one of the biggest fish I've seen. There's hardly any good fish on days like this, not just stormy days, but Reaping Day. I approach the creature one slow foot step at a time in the knee high water. I am about a metre away from the fish when I swiftly pierce the fish with my spear

"SCORE!"

I shout out loud, loud enough to scare any fish in the area. Stabbing fish gives me a great sensation, A warm and wicked feeling that I love feeling. It gives me thoughts of what exactly I could do to a human with me spear. Pierce there heart's into two, draw it right into there skull. I am woken from my thoughts when the storm picks up. I ran to shore and grab my net full of fishing material and chuck it over my shoulder along with my spear and fish I had just caught.

I bolt home quicker then usual. Most of the time it is find to find our store, which doubles as my home, in the market because it is so crowded. But there is not a person to be seen in the market place this morning. I find my home and walk through the counter we're my mother is setting up the assortment of fish which my brothers and I have caught which we sell. We are not the wealthiest of families here in District Four so we live in the back of our shop.

"Morning Helen, add this to the collection" I greet my mother and chuck the big fish I had caught in a bucket next to her feet. She turns to me and smiles mumbling thank you, then I push the door placed at the back of the counter open and walk into the central part of our home. It contains a little living area and kitchen in the area furthest back from the enterance. All our beds are place in an area close to the door. I take of my wet pants and coat and hang them up on a hook beside the door. I chuck my spear next to my bed with the collection of others I have hand crafted. We don't have money to buy our own spears so I make my own out of firewood. Anyway, I prefer crafting my own, because when I stab something with it I feel more powerful knowing I am creator of such a marvellous tool that causes damage to things.

I through my self onto my bed and take my shirt off leaving myself in my under garments. I immediately jump under the covers to embrace the warmness. I am quickly struck in the face buy a pillow my older brother threw at me. As soon as he see's my menacing face he knows he regrets that decision. I grab a spear and jump out of the covers and launch myself on his bed and aggressively pin him with my knees to his shoulders. I hold the spear above my head and draw it down until I come to an immediate halt. The tip of the spear is inches away from his chest.

"I'll do it Mitch, you know I will! Pierce it right through your chest until I see it come through the other side of your body. That'd be quite pleasant" I say breathing down his throat

He smiles.

"Put some clothes on you little rat!" He says as my other brother takes me in a head lock and drags me off the bed, ending by throwing me on the ground.

"Nathan!" I cry shouting several curses at him afterwards.

I cold chill runs down my spine so I grab a short out of a draw of clothes and toss it over my head. I take a pair of pants and slide my legs through them. My oldest brother Nathan is all dressed for reaping. This is his last year so I bet he's excited. Although, I'll probably die of laughter if he got chosen today.

~A HOUR LATER~

We are all down at town square, my siblings split into there age groups except for me. I'm not standing with the others of my age but someone much older. Our escort Pamela Pontlockett. I have been chosen as tribute. This a shock at first, one, because usually we have volunteers left, right and centre for District Four. Not this year. Two, because I am actually excited. I've never actually thought about being chosen before, well I mean, it's crossed my mind once or twice, but never have I actually thought I'd be standing here one day. I have a chance. Like, no joke. My fifteen year old self can take on my seventeen and eighteen year old brothers, and there not pewny little sticks either. They may as well give me the title of Victor now. I could take out this whole audience with a single spear, my ideal weapon.

The male tribute is an eighteen year old volunteer who I could take on easy. He is about the same size as me, but I know I'm better. I can tell.

"What's your name sweet-cheeks?" Pamela asks the other tribute

"Cameron. Cameron White"

"Thank you, Cameron Cameron White" She says giggling to her own joke. I find her humour not very amusing at all. Cameron rolls his eyes at her and stands beside me. He gets to close for my liking so I side step to the right. Soon after he side steps right becoming right beside me again. I flew my muscles and raise my arm into the air with a clenched fist, indicating I will smash him in no time. Before Pamela ends her speech she congratulates us turning hers and the audiences attention to us with my fist drawn in the air. There is a gasp from our pathetic escort and the crowd. I take my arm down and smirk cheekily once I have.

"Calm down the Honey-Muffin!" She cries.

I am proud of this action it is blending well with the intimidating personality I am going for, for my appearance on the camera.

Once I have said my fair-wells to my family, Pamela, Cameron and I aboard the train awaiting my arrival. This is my time and no one is taking this away from me, what ever it takes.