I roll out of bed. The thin blanket not doing much help to warm me up. I wish Daphne was here. I long for her warmth. The committee shot her in her head. She wandered into an orchard one day not during the restricted timings and bang. Without even any questioning. I slip my feet into the thin pieces of leather that ma fashioned into shoes for me. Today i'm going hunting. I don't have the permission of the committee to hunt on their ground but who cares. Who gave them permission to shoot Daphne?
There was a cool breeze sweeping my district, especially here in the woods. Animals roam free here. Wild dogs, deer, ducks. I'm at home here. Before father died he told me to look for my birthday present in the woods. I never found it. I wish i could. I could have a momento of him. Dear father. How I miss him. We went hunting together. If I hadn't started hunting ma and baby jessa would be nothing but bones. I hate thinking like that about them but it's true.
There is still the reaping to go. Considering i'm only fourteen I still have a chance of being chosen. It's scary. I tell you. You stand there paralysed until your catagory is over. Last year our district's boy tribute, Spence was nearly the last. Ate a poisonous berry at the last moment.
My arrow whizzed from my bow catching a duck perfectly through the neck. My knife sliced the air grabbing a rabbit. I threw my spear and it cascaded through the air and punctured a dear through its neck. Perfect. Father always said I was a godess hunter. The reaping was tomorrow. Who will it be?
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"Ladies and Gentlemen adoloscents, girls and boys. I, Effie Trinket welcome you to the 74th annual games reaping. Ladies first" she trotted over to the glass bowls and plucked out a paper. "oops. Wrong bowl" she giggled. Idiot, I thought. " Our girl tribute is tantanataaaan" shut up and get on with it, I thought again. "Katniss Everdeen". I tried to keep in my tears. My throat had a lump in it. Mother looked relieved. "come on up young lady" Effie said "any volunteers?" she asked. I couldn't let my best friend go into the arena. I gathered myself. "I volunteer. I volunteer as tribute!" I yell.
All heads turn to me as I stride to the stage looking more confident than I actually am. "Ah. Splendid. Your name is" "Heidi. Heidi Sanderson", I spat. She put out her hand covered in white powder. Her nails were painted bright orange with black spots. Revolting, I thought. "Our boy tribute is tantantaaaan" I don't care this time. I'm just thinking of ma and baby Jessa. "Conor Johnast".
No, I thought , the bully from school. Now I do care.
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This was it. My life probably ended here. Saying goodbye to my loved ones. But of all people as my tribute partner it had to be Conor. I'm quite a dunce at school. That's one reason he makes fun of me. I certainly have the looks. Green eyes and auburn coloured hair so he can't make fun of me there. I get in trouble quite often (because of him).
My first kill in the arena would hopefully be him. Slice the head and arrow through the heart. Perfect. My mentor though would still be that stupid drunk guy called Haymitch that goes to the pub every night for a drink. I doubt he won. Something miraculous probably happened. I'll watch the replay later. My thoughts trailed to where I would be staying till I go into the arena.
I waved to the capitol people as they waited at the station for the arrival. Best make a good impression or I would not get any sponsers in the arena. I was led by some peacekeepers to a tall building where Effie took me to my room and told me to be ready by 9:00.
As soon as I stepped into my room I ripped off my clothes and leapt into the shower. I punched a button and foam began to ooze out from everywhere. I punched a couple more buttons until finally warm water began to drizzle on me. I am so used to cold water feel ing this on my body made me sleepy. I wrapped a towel around me and looked in the cupboard for some clothes.
There was nothing but fancy capitol clothes. I preffered a t-shirt and jeans. I pulled the least fancy top and bottoms out of the cupboard. The top was dark red and had golden buttons at the cuffs. It had black embroidery down the middle. I pulled on a pair of black flares and slipped my feet into some trainers. I left my hair open. I liked it like that. Flying in the wind.
On t.v it was announced there would be a change in this years hunger games. The change is we would be going into the arena with no training, sponsers or private session with the game makers. I shook my head and opened my eyes. I was in the glass tube. I banged on the glass trying to escape but it seemed smash-proof.
I began to rise upwards until I was there. In the arena. The sixty second count-down begun. I want to die an easy death I thought. I was going to jump off my disc and be blown to pieces rather than be stabbed in the back by some bloodthirsty career. I began my own countdown. Five, four, three, two, one. I launched myself off and was flying through the air while everybody. was staring at me. I landed with a thud on the ground. BANG.
I was engulfed in darkness.
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