•𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗔 𝗚𝗮𝗺𝗲•

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A/N: Welcome to my new book! I really hope you enjoy it! It's a Hunger Games AU!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games or Avatar the Last Airbender! 

     Katara cracked two eggs open and watched them sizzle in the pan. She normally wouldn't have made eggs for something as simple as breakfast, but today was important. She gazed at her brother, sleeping soundly in the bed next to their dad. She felt immense relief that today was his last chance of getting reaped. She, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. Sokka was eighteen now, and she was sixteen.

     Katara watched as the eggs cooked, and the smell was mouth-watering. She may have hated Hawky, but he did give some sort of food. Today, however, he only gave two eggs. It was okay though, she didn't need to eat. She didn't usually eat breakfast anyway. And it's not like she could stomach anything. 

     She walked over to the window and opened the shutters while the eggs cooked. A pit of dread pooled in her stomach. The sky was overcast, and it looked like it was about to rain. The scent of water was overwhelming. Horrible weather for a horrible day. She closed the window again so rain couldn't get in.

     Katara checked the eggs, and they were done. She placed the eggs on their plates, and she wished she could have done something more. She wished she could have gotten some fish, or some bread. For Sokka, at least. Her dad did nothing to support the family. It was Katara who always put food on the table. It was Katara who replaced Sokka's boots when he needed new ones. It was Katara who made sure they didn't lose their home. She couldn't help be feel angry at her dad. She had felt just as much of a loss as he did.  

     She walked over to her brother and lightly tapped his shoulder. "I made breakfast."

     Sokka's eyes opened quickly. "You did?" 

     Katara nodded and handed him a plate. "That useless bird of yours managed to provide."

     Sokka was too busy stuffing his face to respond. Katara glanced at the other plate of eggs growing cold, and then at her sleeping father. She decided not to wake him. He could have cold eggs if he wanted.

     "I'm going to go fetch some water," she said softly, grabbing the pot they used. Everyone used the same dirty pond in their district, but their family was lucky. 

     Most people were stuck with their contaminated water, but Katara could clean her family's. She had a whole line of business. She would clean people's water, and heal the sick or injured, and in return, they would give her food or goods they needed. Although she often didn't charge. When she did, she charged Peacekeepers or the richer people from the district. 

     Sokka nodded. "Okay, be back in time to get ready," He called.

     Katara nodded back and walked down the dusty road. The town didn't seem to be awake yet. She envied the fact that they could sleep. She had hardly slept a minute last night. Thunder boomed in the distance, and Katara walked faster.

     She took in the rotting shacks everyone in their district called home. Her family was lucky they had a roof over their heads. Sure it leaked each time there was a storm, but that was better than what most people had. A woman was putting clothes on a clothesline and gave her a grim smile. Katara didn't return it.

     When Katara had finally reached the pond, she saw she wasn't the only one there.

     "Hey," she said. Aang snapped his head up.

     "Oh Katara, you scared me."

     "Nothing's scarier than today."

     Aang nodded grimly. They both knew the risks he had taken. He had his name put in forty times for tesserae. And just for some grains and oils. Katara thought it was funny how a week's worth of food was worth a child's life to the fire nation.