The Hunger Games Fan-Fiction ~Skye~

Chapter 1

            My fate was as played out as any other thirteen year old in District 12. I was too work as hard as possible to contribute and help support my family, and then when I was eighteen I would start working in the mines or hopefully run the family shop. Maybe I would meet someone to marry and we would spend our lives together. We probably wouldn’t have a child, but if so, I would prefer we were certain they would never have to take tesserae’s.

            That was it. That was all that was there, my whole future.

            My family owned a small shop and we were okay with money. We could feed ourselves, but of course, there’s always that longing for much more.

            These were the things I thought about as I walked down the muddy path. It was only noon, and I was visiting my friend, Mabel’s house. “Hey Skye,” I hear as I raise my fist ready to knock on the door. I turn to see her holding a loaf of bread from the bakery.

            “Oh, hey Mable, ready for the “big day”?” I ask, referring to her brother’s wedding day tonight. It wasn’t too big of a deal, and she still thought the idea was preposterous.

            She scoffs, “Ugh,” with a shake of her head, “I just don’t see why they need to get married a day before the reaping.”

            “I guess they just don’t want to have it during the games, huh?” I say as I hand the small bag from my hands to her. “They’re only blueberries, but I thought it was an okay wedding gift for them.”

            She smiles and says, “Your family didn’t have to give them anything, but they will be pleased.” She says as she stuffs the bag away.

            She leads me to the back of her, as everyone else’s small home, and we sit leaning against the wall. In the distance lied the Seam, those were the kids who had the worst chance at being picked because of all of the Tesserae’s.

            “This life isn’t fair.” She murmurs quietly, staring straight into the dirty Seam buildings.

            “Someone could hear you,” I whisper, afraid of a Peacekeeper hearing us “disrespect” Panem and the Capitol.

            “Well I don’t care!” She exclaims. “I just wish I had the Capitol life.”

            “I don’t. I would hate having to be raised in a place where it was believed to be okay to make everyone work hard for such little pay and starve just so they can have what they want. It’s foul.” Now I didn’t care about Peacekeepers.

            I tug at the purple dress, trying to adjust it slightly. “Oh Skye, you look fantastic!” she says smiling as she combs through my blonde hair. She whispers into my ears, “Everything will be fine, please, just put a strong face on for your sisters.”

            I turn my head and see my younger sisters, Ivy and Iris. They’re twins, but technically, they are supposed to be triplets, but Inrie--- yes, my mother liked the way the names sounded alike almost--- died during birth. It was very sad and to this day, they think they are only twins. They are completely oblivious to the short existence of Inrie.

            They were already twelve and were both put in for the games. I was worried sick because I only had one more slip than both of them. I had realized that if it was one of them called a rare, terrible chance, I’d step in to protect them.