The Hunger Games (Fan-fic)

This is a fan-fic I have no intention of stealing Suzanne's story, the basic plot will be the same but characters and events will be changed.

Ok, enough formality, hey guys this is my first time writing a fan-fic so please bear with me :D This will be a TOTALLY different thing from the original hunger games and yes, it is a couple years back, way before Katniss. I really hope you enjoy this story and this first chapter! :D

I run my hand over my stomach as if the thing inside of it will disappear, or just come out and get all this over with. Seconds pass and nothing happens, I sigh and pick up the test strip again looking from it to the box and back again. The blue plus confirms my fears.

 I am pregnant.

This still seems so sudden, so sudden it doesn't even feel real, like this is all a dream. This can't be happening, I won't believe it's happening. I won't believe that there is a human, small and round growing inside of me, inside of my stomach. 

Not today, not on the day of the reaping.

The reaping, the day the tributes for the Hunger Games will be chosen. All twelve districts will send in one boy and one girl from ages twelve to eighteen to fight to the death in an arena on live television. It's got to be the most cruel thing any one could think of, but we have to do it. If we refuse another district could be blow off the map for rebellion, just like thirteen.

I have no idea what they have planned for this year but I imagine it's just as cruel as every year has been, one harsh environment after another, filled with traps, poisonous food, animal mutations that look innocent one minute, then rip your body to shreds the next. They'll have something planned all right, something that will keep the viewers on their toes and the capital citizens cheering with excitement.

The Capitol, the one thing I despise the most in the world, their the reason all of this started, the Games, the hunger, and the fear. How each president carries this on is beyond me, either way, there all sick twisted people that don't belong here, in this world. 

"Wren! You done in there?" My mom's rapid knocks and loud voice rouse me from my thoughts and I quickly scoop the test and box into the trash. She can't ever know about this, she would be devastated that another child had to be born into this world, into a world with the games.

I open the door to find my mom holding a long button-up purple dress, one made out of silk. It's the most expensive thing I've ever laid eyes on.

"How about this?" she says, her eyes taking on a sad and regretful look as shes no doubt thinking about the reaping and my possible chance of being picked. I feel sorry for her, her sister was reaped a couple years back, before I was born. My father said she used to just cry for days or not speak at all, completely mute, bottled up with all her grief and sorrow. I was what brought her back to the world, back to reality. Still, I find her some days weeping into her pillow, buried in it so as not to wake me.

"It's beautiful" I whisper running my hand over the soft silk. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth and she breathes in deeply as if composing herself, then she pushes me back into the bathroom.

"Put it on and i'll do your hair, we only have a few minutes" she shoves the dress into my hands and turns away, putting her hand to her face as if she's ready to cry, which she probaly is.

I slip on the dress, sighing as the cool silk brushes my skin, feeling like a shower of rain dripping down my body. I study myself in the mirror, the dress hugs my frame tightly, making me feel uncomfortable and exposed. I wear it anyway, afraid any kind of rejection will cause my mom to burst into tears and break the wall she had been putting up for so many years.