Flake Snow - The 75th Hunger Games

Chapter 1

Shivering, I was waiting for the speech.
Then it happened.

They will introduce the people who are going into the Hunger Games this year... and the one, who I will spend my money on.

Cause no one knew, that I was Coriolanus Snows granddaughter. No. I was not the girl, that you would recognise on the streets. That was my sister. I was Flake, Flake Snow, known for lying to everyone. This time I was lying to my grandfather who asked me, where I would go. I told him, I needed to do some homework. But in reality I wanted to see the introductions of the tributes this year. Always thinking, I only heard the name "Finnick Odair". The TV Show was at the district 4 tributes, the fisher section.

For explanation; there were 12 districts. The first three of twelve were drilled to volunteer for the hunger games. My sister and I called them lovely the carrieros. Back in time it was a name the population had choose for them.

Then there were the survivalists. Why are they called like that? Well, all districts to 10 made things out of the nature and make their money out of it.

The other two districts were only talked about when I spoke about them.

My grandfather always said "We don't talk about them" or "That's another topic. We will talk about it later", too. My sister accepted it.
I just rolled my eyes, shake my head and angry, as I was, I ran away to my room.

We never talked about 11 and 12. And why? Cause they have no money. 11 was responsible for agriculture. 12 for coal and mining. I could never talk about them with him. It makes me always so angry, that I lock my door. Who cared about those districts? Who is the one, helping them out? Right. No one.

Unexpectedly I heard footsteps coming around my room and I turned abruptly the TV off. After it, I saw two young eyes looking at me.

"Who are you?" I asked the young boy. He didn't answer. "Can you understand me? Or can't you speak?", I asked along.

"He is a servant. He hasn't the permission to speak or even to look at us.", Snow told me and I turned my head in shock to the TV, where he stood. "But why can't he?", I looked at my grandfather questioningly. He didn't answer. "Grandpa?", I asked him again. "Yes, dear?" he asked back. "Can I have a friend? I don't have many friends..." I begged him, cause I felt sorry for the boy. "Well... if it's your wish... you!", my grandfather commanded and pointed directly to the boy, which shrugged immediately. "You will do whatever Flake wants, do you understand?", he asked the boy in a rude voice. The boy nodded. Then I spoke to him again. "First of all I wish, that you speak. Speak about whatever you want, but only to me. You can do it, when other people are in the room, but not too loud. Second of all, I want to know your name. And last but not least, you will do everything with me together." I wished. The boy looked at me, like I signed his death note. "What's your name, boy?", I asked him calmly, when my grandfather left the room with raised eyebrows.

"I...", he whispered with a rough voice back. Quickly I went to the glasses, filled one up with water and gave him one in his hand. Confused he looked at me and the glass. "Drink. It will help.", I said. He drank it, like he never saw water before and I looked at him more carefully. He had dark messed up hair and beautiful blue brown eyes.
For his age, quit like mine, he was really tall. Who were his parents? I haven't seen a so natural looking guy here for years... it was kinda awkward, but so wonderful meeting someone like me again...

"I have no Name, Madam.", he said then with a honey sweet voice. "My name is Flake. For you, too. And... you have no name? We should change that immediately.", I told him expectant and thoughtful. What should I call him.... Maybe George? Or James? No...

"Brown. Your name should be Percival Brown, from now on." I said to him nodding.
"But I will call you Percy or only Brown or Brownie, surely." I started to laugh. When I recognised he wasn't used to it, I stopped.