Snow's Daughter (Hunger Games Fanfic) (on hold)

Chapter 1

The smell of pastries fill my nose. The smell is pleasant, but today is NOT a pleasant day. Today is the reaping, and I have to watch as all the people in the districts wait in agony to be picked off one by one and killed. I open my eyes and stretch my arms. Cheesy, right? I hear a knock at my door. "Miss Snow, Your father would like you to come down for breakfast now." said one of my maids. Shoot, I slept in again. "Coming!" I say. I quickly throw off my silk comforter,  throw on a purple satin dress with a diamond necklace and pearl earrings and brush through my hair and then put it in a chignon. "Miss Snow, you haven't slept in again have you?" "No!" "OK then, breakfast is being served in five minutes." I put some makeup on and then put on some slippers. I practically run downstairs and President Snow, aka my father was sitting on the chair, waiting. "Thank you, for not being late again Lia" "You're most welcome, father." I smelled tarts and biscuits. Breakfast was being served. I sat down at my chair and waited. There was eggs with a little bit of pepper on them, Toast, tarts, biscuits, drinks, pancakes, bacon, french toast, croissants, and more. As I was finishing up, the tv turned on. Oh no. I took a deep breath as they talked about our history and how it was necessary for us to do this. Finally, they started. "From district One," said the lady. I couldn't even listen as the people gasped and screamed as the tributes where picked, but when they got to district 12 I had to listen."Ladies first," Said the woman. "From district 12," I held my breath. "The tribute is . . ." I can't bear this. "PRIMROSE EVERDEEN!!" I exhaled, it was almost over. The reaping was almost over. "PRIM PRIM!!!" I turned my head toward the TV. "I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!!" What!! That hasn't happened in years. "Well, well, looks like we have our first tribute, what is your name?" Said the woman. "Katniss. . . Katniss Everdeen" She gasped. "Well that was eventful, now, let us move on to our men shall we." She put her hand in the bowl of names. "Peeta Mellark!" she yells. The look on his face disgusts me. He is so scared, so nervous ask for myself to be excused and I head to my room, where I can think about what just happened.