The 24th Hunger Games (The Hunger Games Fanfic)

Chapter One: Home

District 7. Lumber. Hard work. Everything we do, brings us to this very day. March the 23rd. The day of the reaping. All woodcutters (including me) must finish 2 hours early, ready for the reaping. I wasn't planning on it.
I was chopping at a tree I'd been working on for hours, hitting it harder and harder, taking
my anger out on it. Today was the day my father was reaped. He was killed stright away. An arrow to the head. I was only 4 months old. My name is Izzy Blake, and I'm 15 and probbably the youngest woodcutter around. I was intensly focusing on chopping the wood...... 345.... 346.....
"Izzy!!!!" I heard someone shout my name. I dropped my axe, noticing all my blisters. A blonde haired and blue eyed 11 year old ran up to me. Ellie, my younger sister. She looks nothing like me. My hair is thick and brown, hers curly and blonde. My skin is sunburnt whereas hers is pale as snow. But our eyes are the same.
"What is it?" Ellie ran up to me, slightly out of breath.
"Darren said hurry up. You need to get changed." Ellie grabbed my hand, and started pulling me away.
"Ellie, wait..." She stopped and turned. I kneeled down so I was level with her." Is Darren ill again?" Ellie slowly nodded. I left my axe where it was. "Come on then. I'm sure he's missing us." Darren is my older brother. When he was 12, he list the ability to walk. He's been in a wheelchair ever since. How he managed to look after us is beyond me. We ran out of the woods, past all the other woodcutters, packing up for the reaping. We ran past the town square which was set up for tv broadcasts all across Panem. Eventually we arrived at our house. It was small and not much. I slept in the attick and Darren and Ellie slept downstairs. I quietly opened the door. Ellie has a bull dog, which I swear is out to get me. He was sleeping at the bottom of the staircase. Great. I sushed Ellie, then walked into the house, closing the door.
"Billy come here boy!" Ellie shouted. Billy the bull dog woke up. And looked at me. I ran into the living room closing the door behind me.
"CONTROL THAT MUTT!" I shouted through the door to Ellie. I heard someone in the room laugh. Darren. He looked tired as could be, but he always had that smile on his face. Always.
"God help you if you were picked in the reaping." We laughed dispite ourselves. I would probbably be the first to die.
"Yup. My weakness. Bull dogs." Darren chuckled slightly then sighed.
"I just hope the reaping doesn't affect us."
"It hasn't affected us for eight years. I doubt it'll affect us today." I rubbed my hand. Damn those blisters.
"That looks sore." Darren looked at me, and for a moment, I wondered what it'd be like to loose him. If me or Ellie got picked for the games, we'd be in trouble. Darren couldn't be looked after by just one of us. He needed us both. I nodded.
"Yeah it is. I'm going to get changed now. You should to." I gave him a reassuring smile, before bolting out the room and up the staircase, Billy the bulldog running after me. I slammed the door and smiled as I heard it thump against Billys face. My room was small, and a dark green colour. I loved it. On my bed lay my outfit. A plain White vest top, with a green cardi and skirt. That's about as good as my best goes. I put them on then tied my hair into a pony tail. It was still frizzy. That's what Darren used to call me. Frizzy Izzy. I put on my mothers green jade stone necklace, and looked at myself in the mirror. I imagined getting picked thousands of times. If I won, we'd be able to get treatment for Darren, and have a bigger house. And get a tamed dog. I sighed at myself. I wouldn't win if I was picked. I'd loose. I'd be the first to die. I walked out of my bedroom, noticing that people were already on thier way to the town square.