Against His Odds - A Hunger Games FanFiction

Prologue

Heather stood by the screen on the large TV in the capitol. She was interested in watching the other Hunger Games. She was President Snow's daughter, after all, and disliked the Hunger Games. Although, after months of attempting to convince her father to end them, she had failed. All she could do now was sit around and watch children die.
     Then an idea sparked in her mind. She was 13 years old, and kids 12 and up could enter in the Games. If she could find a way to enter her name in one of the districts for the Reaping, her father would be forced to end the Games for the sake of his beloved daughter. And she believed that it would be fair to all the other district children.

     A few days had passed. Heather had convinced President Snow to let her take a tour of District 2. She hopped onto the train ride with some peace-keepers, and they headed off towards District 2.
     When Heather got there, she looked around. The citizens of District 2 were beginning to line up and enter their names into the Reaping. This is my chance, she thought, I could end the Games once and for all. She told the peace-keepers to go fetch something for her, and when she made sure they were gone, she dusted herself in dirt and mud to make her look fit-in. Then she crept into line and made her way to the front as quick as possible.
     A peace-keeper was taking the names and blood drawings. She walked up to them. The peace-keeper looked at her intently. "Aren't you President Snow's daughter?" He asked. Heather knew just what to do. "President Snow jas a daughter?" She asked. The peace-keeper just looked at her and rolled his eyes. "Typical citizens," he mumbled as he took her blood drawing. She winced. "Name?" He asked. Heather flinched. She hadn't thought of that. She tried to stay in character as she spoke, "Um, one of the other peace-keepers told me to get you," she said. The peace-keeper looked at her curiously. "And who was that?" He asked. Heather had figured out what to say at this point, so she responded, "Peace-keeper number 87. He needs help getting a confused citizen into the line."
     The peace-keeper nodded. "I'll be right there. Don't do anything," he said. As he left, Heather leaned over the table and secretely wrote her name on a slip of paper. She put it in the large bowl for the girls beside his chair and watched as the peace-keeper on duty came storming back. "Well, we got that taken care of. He didn't need my assistance," he said. Heather was surprised that that was actually a problem, and her plan had worked. "Name?" He asked again. "Oh, the other peace-keeper got it," Heather quickly insisted. "Alright, go on to the group," he said.
     As Heather walked pass everyone, she was stopped by a peace-keeper. "Heather," the peace-keeper said, "what are you doing in the group? You should be getting back to the Capitol by now." Heather nodded, relieved that she didn't have to stand in the group. She was escorted back to the Capitol by a group of peace-keepers as she sat on the train ride back.

     Heather found herself nervously staring at the TV screen with President Snow as they watched the Reaping take place. It was time for Disctrict 2. "...and now for the name drawings. Ladies first!" The announcer on the screen said. She nervously looked over at President Snow's gaping mouth as the announcer spoke the words, "The girl tribute will be Heather Snow."