Okie, new fanfiction because I'm really bored. Here we go... Hope you enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;-)
I finish folding the rest of our laundry, and spin around to see my little brother riding on Dad's shoulders.
"Doing okay, Mariah?" My six foot father asks.
"Just finished, actually," I say.
"Good. You need to go get ready," he tells me, pulling me in for a tight hug.
"Alright." I crouch down so that I am face to face with Stitch, my six year old brother. I hand him his small pile of clothes. "Go put these away, 'kay, little button?"
He smiles and nods, darting out of the kitchen. I stand up and look my Dad in the eyes. He acts like he's not worried, but I can tell that he is. "I'll be okay, Dad."
"I'm never sure if I believe that," he says. "I can't lose you too." his voice chokes up, and he walks out without another word. I run up the stairs to get ready for the reaping.
In my bedroom, I plop down on my rickety little cot, running my fingers along the design of Mom's old quilt. "I miss you," I whisper. I shake my head and get to my feet. I untie my stained apron, and pull off my floral printed dress. I pull open the drawers of my cherrywood wardrobe and pull out my one fancy thing: a blue dress with lacey patterns embroidering it. I keep my black flats, and, for good luck, make sure to put on Paisley's old charm bracelet. Paisley was my best friend before she got reaped. She never came back from that frosty arena, where she froze to death in the middle of the night.
"Mariah?" Dad knocks on the door, pushing it open slightly. "Ready to go? It's almost three." The reaping starts at three o' clock. If you're late, there's no telling what the penalty would be.
"Okay, Dad." I slip a white sweater on and quickly pull my hair into a tight bun. "I'm ready."
As we walk, I am silent, letting Dad answer Stitch's confused questions. "Where are we going, Daddy?" "Mariah, why do you look so scared?" I know that if i answer him I will cry, so ikeep staring ahead until we reach the Square. clumps of twelve-to-eighteen year-olds fill the area, some crying, some trying to comfort others, some trying to fade away. I glance ovver to my small group of friends. Lacey, Bobbin, Twine, and Penny stand together nervously chatting. Penny is weaving something, as always, Lacey is biting her nails, Twine just stands, shifting from foot to foot, and Bobbin is digging his nails into his skin, his last resort befor shouting at the Capitol, screaming how unfair our life is. I awkwardly slide in between Lacey and Twine, resting my head on Twine's shoulder. Lacey grabs my hand as Mayor Rollag steps up to the microphone. He reads the history of Panem, tellls of the Dark Days, when the uprising of the districts against the capitol almost destroyed us, giving us the Hunger Games. He lets Jocelynn Coil, District 8's escort take over.
Sometimes I get this feeling in school that the teacher is going to call my name. Everytime I get this feeling, I am correct. I get this feeling now, and guess what? I am correct.
"Mariah Olson," Is the name called.
Okay, not a very long chapter, so I will be writing a bit more in the next chapter. I didn't know how else to end this chapter, and when I did, I realised that I'd only written a little bit. So sorry about that, but I will write more next time. Bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3
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Threading Lies (A Hunger Games fanfiction)
FanficMariah is the average District 8 girl. Never did she expect to be reaped and sent into the deadly Hunger Games.
