Mockingjay's Daughter (Hunger Games Fanfiction)

Chapter 9: I Get It From My Mom

Effie guided us to our rooms to the very top, floor 12 from our District.

"Lovely, isn't it?" She looks around the fabulous suite smiling. Her hair is now a chestnut coloured Afro with a black spiky pencil dress. Me and Drakob nod in shock, we have never seen anything so glamorous.

"Me and your father have to go to another meeting Willow," my Mom sighs, "we'll see you at dinner, ok?"

"Yup," I say walking to my room which Effie is showing me.

The room is spectacular. The king sized bed is made of glass and has a deep red duvet, matching the wine red chandelier and furniture. The whole place is ultra modern looking.

Back in District 12, you cannot find anywhere that looks even half as good as this. At our house in the victors village, it's ok and is big and furnished but it is more "Victorian" looking than modern. Drakob will be even more in shock than me because he is from the seam which is the less fortunate part of twelve.

I walk into the living room, where Drakob is sitting watching T.V.

"What are you watching?" I ask him sitting down on the deep purple velvet sofa.

"The highlight's, we seem to be who they are most intrested in, well you."

The announcer who was talking appears on the screen with neon pink hair in a short tight ponytail. He must be Ceaser Flickerman. From the picture I've seen of him at school, it looks like he hasn't aged a single day, problay from plastic surgury.

"The seventy sixth annual Hunger Games has had a grand enterance this year. Some tributes have been enchanting to watch," He pauses and lookes at the other anchor, "I have to say Edena I loved Willow Mellark and her friend Drakob. She was so beautiful and looked a lot like her Father and Mother."

My face must of turned red from embarrasment because I could feel it heat up.

"The way Drakob is looking at her, do you think they are more than friends?" Asks the woman Edena to Ceaser.

"Who knows, they could even be star crossed like Peeta and Katniss."

Drakob must of been as embrassed as me because he turned the TV strait off with the remote. His face was also scarlet red.

"I really hate this place," he groaned.

"Same, they dont have to make up lies like that," I agreed with him, "I'm going back to my room now."

As I walk to my room Drakob gets up and stops me.

"They didn't lie about everything though Willow," he looked down, still red in the face unable to meet my eyes. "You did look pretty."

I honestly thought Drakob hated me. I was suprised that he said this to me.

"Um thanks," I say awkwardly cringing, "you looked ok yourself."

I rush in to my room, unable to look at him myself.

I jump on the soft bed feeling like I was floating on a cloud I just wanted to forget everything that had just happened. The mattress was perfect and was unbelievably comfy, making me feel like I didn't have a worry in the world. I closed my eyes and drifted off asleep instantly.

"Willow? Willow you need to get up." Said my Mom shaking me.

"What?" I moan sitting up rubbing my eyes, "how long have I been asleep for?"

"Well, you were asleep when dinner was laid out last night at half six and now it's 8am. One of the Avox's tried to wake you, but you were fast asleep." She opened the glass wardrobe, looking for clothes.

"A what?"

"Avox. They are...slaves to the Capitol and are here to serve you."

"Oh." I hated the Capitol already. "I've been asleep for about fourteen hours then?" I ask getting out of bed.

"Yes."

"Wow," my stomach makes a painful growling noise.

I just remembered that all I ate yesterday was porridge and a cheese bun for my breakfast and I didn't even keep it down. I missed lunch and slept through dinner, I wasn't used to skipping meals like this.

"Hm, you must be very hungry. Get some breakfast, you need it." I started to walk out my room but Mom stopped me. "Get dressed though Willow."

"Okay," I look inside the wardrobe and browse the clothes hung up, "are these all for just me to wear?"

"They are," she came over and looked at them also, "do you know what to wear?"

I looked through all of them individually and decided to wear a flowery top with tight black trousers.

Mom did my hair in two small braids then tied my hair up in a ponytail then left me to get dressed.

"That's a nice top." Effie of all people compliments when I sit down at the table.

"But you start your training today so you'll be getting dressed soon." Effie reminds me. Mom rolls her eyes about this not happy. "Where's Drakob anyways?"

"He's refusing to train," Mom says blankly.

"Well how is he going to learn the skills he needs to survive?" Effie questioned.

No one answered her question and continued eating in silence. Dad was gone again-probably at a meeting so it was just me, Mom and Effie.

I had piled my plate with all types of food because I was so hungry. Two sausages, an egg, toast, ham and mushrooms to help satisfy my hunger.

When I finished, I was taken to the training place by Effie.

"Good luck," Mom whispered before I left, "remember try and practice on all of the activities so you can learn new skills."

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It was full of young boys and girls wearing back skin tight cat suits practicing different activities.

My Mom was known for her amazing ability to shoot and aim an arrow perfectly. I've never tried myself because she didn't want to teach me due to memories of The Hunger Games. I've always wanted to try shooting an arrow myself.

I walked past the identifying plants part and headed to the target section. It was a small boxed room separated from the other events.

Circular targets were placed all over the room. Above and below. I picked up a large metal, but light arrow and a sling of arrows.

I had never done this before.

'Target 1," spoke the robot voice and the target lit up neon blue, red and yellow.

I held the string with two of my fingers, pulled back slowly focusing on the target. As I was about to let go, a fierce bang echoed the floor from a tribute dropping a heavy weight, making me lose my focus so I missed the target, making it hit the wooden floor.

Crap.

I got another arrow and tried again, aiming carefully. I made sure to be more accurate this time and kept my aim at the same place for a good five seconds, then let go. The arrow shot perfectly into the tiny dot centre of the target, making the whole thing light up green. The target then disappeared and another one showed on the ceiling. I aimed and shot again and let go, hitting it perfectly.

I kept doing this for a good three quarters of an hour then decided to try another activity, feeling like I had mastered shooting perfectly.

I must get it from my Mom.