The Hunger Games: Fallen Hope

Chapter two

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was wearing a long, dirty, yellow dress with a brownish tan belt encircled around the upper waist. Though it may sound horrid, it was probably one of the best in my district, considering the current conditions here. My bleach blonde curls tumbled over my shoulder. They appeared dry and messy, as if they were ravaged and as if I hadn't brushed my hair as long as I have lived. My face, usually unatracivley pale, was a swollen tomato red from the sudden tears earlier this morning.
The abandoned room had been Winston Harrinson's bedroom. He was best my friend in the entire world. Everything he said was perfect. He was perfect. 2 days ago today, all of district seven gathered in the square in the center of our district. I had stumbled into the square, the floor decorated with uneven, filthy rectangular stones. I dragged Wil by the hand behind me, my heartbeat thumping in my chest. We approached the crowd, receiving a few worried glancing from our fellow victims. Trying to appear respectful, we stood erect in the crowd along with everyone else. Get on the good side of the peacekeeper, everyone seemed to be thinking, you could survive. The large, bulky man shoved his way through part of the frightened crowd, without a single care for the people he was pushing. He made his way straight to us. I gulped, the blood in my veins seemed like ice out of fear. My chest tightened. The peacekeeper stared straight into my wide, emerald eyes, the sunlight brightly reflecting off his bleach white uniform.
"You're late!", he barked, his eyes flaring with rage and his face trembling. He bore several scars on his face. I knew in my heart this wasn't going to be good, "Isn't the rule to be here at 11:00 SHARP?" He scathed, barley two inches away from my fear frozen face.
"I apologize, sir. It will not happen again, sir." I stutter, not meeting his gaze. There was silence for a moment, and then he whipped out a gun from his uniform as quick as lightning, and aimed it for my forehead. With a flash of immense panic, I had closed my eyes. I had thought to my self that it was my time, and I had to accept it. The gun fired with a bang, but no pain pierced my head. I opened my eyes, fear seeming to crawl all over me. I screamed as I saw Wil on the ground, bleeding out. He had jumped in front of the bullet. Dead, and it was all my fault. I constantly remind my self it should have been me.
I shook the memory away, smoothing my hair unsuccessfully with my fingers.
I attempted to smooth my dress and wipe away the dirt, but it was no use. It was reaping day. It was my reaping dress. It's all I had. Chills ran up my arms as I thought about the ceremony. Suspense swallowing me, I walked out the door, slinging a coat over my shoulders, and headed for the grim square in which my fate would lay.
Authors Note: Hello, hope you enjoyed this! Throughout this and the next few chapters, you will learn the name of our main character, so you'll get better images of her in your head! Her character will be revealed through out the story, so please be patient. You're awesome, please keep reading and maybe leave a comment!