The 69th Hunger Games (Louis Tomlinson Love Story)

Chapter One

I wake to the faint sounds of people empting their garbage cans. I open my eyes to see the sun shining profoundly through the holes in the gray dusty drapes. Living in District Twelve has it's up and downs, begin to poorest district and the last district, usually all it has are downs. I sigh quietly and glance over at my parents sleeping soundly in their small cot. My eyes scan the room to find my little brother Iris. His teal blue eyes stare at the dusty thin ceiling. His jet black hair in all directions. I swing my long legs over my bed quietly. I glance at Iris and send him a sad smile. He returns it. 

Today is not going to be a very good day for two teenagers today. Reaping day. I sigh. I've always hated reaping day. It's my last reaping and I've been lucky. However, it's my brothers first. His name is only in once while mine is in 30 times. I have a reason. If you're family isn't doing to well, you can inter your names multiple times for tesserae. A tesserae is a year supply of grain and oil for one person. Reaping day is quite depressing. This totalitarian government, known as The Capitol, has created the Hunger Games as a form of entertainment. Since only the upper class are members of the Capitol, they do not have to worry about the consequences of their actions - there is very little moral code in the future society of The Hunger Games. With Panem being split into different districts that serve their own purposes, the Capitol has decided that each district must pay their share and contribute. So, two tributes, a boy and a girl, are chosen from each district of Panem and must fight for their lives if they wish to survive to the next round. 

I walk over to our small bathroom and quietly close the door. I glance at myself in the mirror. A girl with long blonde curly hair and piercing large light green eyes stare back at me. Her nose is a good size and straight. Her lips are full and pink. Her face is pale, like a doll.Her faces read weakness and...anxiousness, but eyes read something different. Sorrow. She's rather tall. She has a rather small figure; medium chest, tight bum, but rather long legs. Her name is Nettle Larkspur. I stare at my reflection. I sigh and rinse my face. 

I pat my face and tip-toe over to Iris' bed. I kneel down so I don't tower over him. 

"Hey Iris, do you want to go next door?" I ask with a small smile knowing he has a crush on our neighbor. 

"Y-yes," he stutters. I smile and help him up. He about a head shorter than me. He engulfs me into a rather big hug. Tears begin to poor out. I gently pat him head. 

"Shh...it's going to be alright," I coo. He pulls away and wipes his tears. He grabs his combat boots and slide them on. I take a seat next to him and pull my boots on. I grab and elastic and pull my blonde curly hair into a ponytail. I get up and head to the door with Iris right behind me. I step outside to see men and women getting ready for the day. I wave at my next door neighbor, Jay. She gives me a sad smile and walks back to her house and family. Poor Jay, a single mom taking care of five kids. One boy and four girls. The boy happens to be my age. His name is Louis. It's our last reaping. We're really great friends. I may fancy him...a little. 

I grab Iris hand. We both walk over to Jay's house for a visit. Her oldest daughter, Charlotte, open the door. She smiles and us and hugs us both. I glance at Iris to see is cheeks blushing. I smile at his little on Lottie. 

"Hey guys, how are you?" She asks. 

"We're holding up," I say while she lets us in. Their house is a little bigger than our...well I guess you can consider this a house. I spot Jay in the kitchen. 

"Iris! Nettle! How are you holding up?" She says while engulfing us in a hug. I send her a sad smile. 

"We're...doing alright," Iris answers slowly. I glance around the room to see the twins, Phobe and Daisy sleeping with Felcity inbetween them. The twins are 6 while Fizzy is 10.