Hunger Games Fanfiction
Sept 2, 2009 11:07:21 GMT -5
Post by kahra on Sept 2, 2009 11:07:21 GMT -5
Alright, guys, I have a Fanfiction. I have already posted it on Fanfiction.net, but I wanted to see what the Hunger Games fans on this site thought of it!
I stared out the window of the train taking me to the Capitol, the one place I never wanted to go back to. The scenery was beautiful even in the dark of night, but I wasn’t taking any of it in. I refused to watch the Reapings of the other Districts; it was bad enough I had to coach for District 12. I heard names being called, Careers volunteering, and Effie Trinket’s voice sounding her routine “…and may the odds be ever in your favor!” Wait. Effie Trinket? District 12! I flicked my head towards the screen Peeta had been entranced on for the duration of the trip. Effie was sporting her usual pink hair as she stepped back and let the mayor take the microphone. I looked back out the window, not interested anymore. It brought back to many memories. There was a ruffling of papers, and then I heard the words “Primrose Everdeen.” Hold on. Prim! I jerked my head back towards the screen which showed my sister slowly making her way up the steps to where the orbs sat. Prim! I looked at Peeta. His mouth hung open in disbelief.
“I did everything I could, she only had to enter her name two times. How could she be reaped twice in a row!” I panicked. This couldn't happen. That chances that she would be picked again were so slim, I hadn't worried about it at all. Again. How could I do this to her!
“I volunteer.” I stopped breathing. No way. This isn’t possible! How? Why? And, more importantly, who?
“Hey, that girl looks like…” Peeta trailed off. She did remind me of someone, but… It wasn’t possible. And she had blonde hair, not red. But that face, she could be her twin. Then she smiled, that sly, conniving smile.
“Foxface…” I breathed. What the heck was going on? How could she be alive? Why would she volunteer for my sister? None of this made any sense. “I’m her coach.”
“Yeah, good luck,” Peeta said. I could hear the smirk in his voice. Whoa there, Katniss, let’s look at this realistically. That girl couldn’t be Foxface. That wasn’t possible. She was dead. Peeta’s berries made sure of that. This girl was just a look-and-sound alike. I yawned, suddenly realizing how tired I was.
“I’m off to bed,” I yawned again, picking myself up from the comfortable couch which had been my safe haven for the whole train ride. “We’ll be at the Capitol in the morning, right?” I saw him nod in my peripheral vision. I fell through the door and dropped onto the bed. I curled up on my mattress and fell into a dream about losing a Tribute before the Games and having to fill in for them.
I woke up on the floor. The train hit a bump, and I jumped about an inch in the air, my head banging down onto the thinly-carpeted floor.
“Ouch…” I grunted as I slowly rose from the ground. I looked down at myself. Forgot to change again… Ugh. I penguin-walked to my dresser and opened the top drawer. I randomly picked out an outfit pile and changed into it. Then I looked in the mirror.
“Whoa.” My hair was still in an updo from last night’s dinner, but since I had slept in it, it had turned into a mass of frizz and bobby pins. “Oh snap.” I left my room and walked through the dining room to the hair and makeup cabin.
“Toger, I need some serious TLC,” I told my stylist. Her body was died completely orange, like a spray tan gone wrong. On top of that, her hair was dark green. Whenever I saw her, I craved carrots.
“What did you do to yourself, child?” She asked in an almost mocking tone, but not for her.
“I feel asleep without changing again.
“Well, Toger’s gonna fix that for you, my dead.” Her voice popped up to a tone I could barely hear at the word “you.” After an hour with Toger, I was deemed presentable, and she let me go to meet my first set of Tributes. Be open-minded, I told myself. The odds of her being Foxface are impossible. I walked into the room where Peeta and the girl Tribute were waiting for me, and I shut the door behind me. The girl looked at me and smiled a familiar smirk.
“Hey, airhead. Long time no see.”
I stared out the window of the train taking me to the Capitol, the one place I never wanted to go back to. The scenery was beautiful even in the dark of night, but I wasn’t taking any of it in. I refused to watch the Reapings of the other Districts; it was bad enough I had to coach for District 12. I heard names being called, Careers volunteering, and Effie Trinket’s voice sounding her routine “…and may the odds be ever in your favor!” Wait. Effie Trinket? District 12! I flicked my head towards the screen Peeta had been entranced on for the duration of the trip. Effie was sporting her usual pink hair as she stepped back and let the mayor take the microphone. I looked back out the window, not interested anymore. It brought back to many memories. There was a ruffling of papers, and then I heard the words “Primrose Everdeen.” Hold on. Prim! I jerked my head back towards the screen which showed my sister slowly making her way up the steps to where the orbs sat. Prim! I looked at Peeta. His mouth hung open in disbelief.
“I did everything I could, she only had to enter her name two times. How could she be reaped twice in a row!” I panicked. This couldn't happen. That chances that she would be picked again were so slim, I hadn't worried about it at all. Again. How could I do this to her!
“I volunteer.” I stopped breathing. No way. This isn’t possible! How? Why? And, more importantly, who?
“Hey, that girl looks like…” Peeta trailed off. She did remind me of someone, but… It wasn’t possible. And she had blonde hair, not red. But that face, she could be her twin. Then she smiled, that sly, conniving smile.
“Foxface…” I breathed. What the heck was going on? How could she be alive? Why would she volunteer for my sister? None of this made any sense. “I’m her coach.”
“Yeah, good luck,” Peeta said. I could hear the smirk in his voice. Whoa there, Katniss, let’s look at this realistically. That girl couldn’t be Foxface. That wasn’t possible. She was dead. Peeta’s berries made sure of that. This girl was just a look-and-sound alike. I yawned, suddenly realizing how tired I was.
“I’m off to bed,” I yawned again, picking myself up from the comfortable couch which had been my safe haven for the whole train ride. “We’ll be at the Capitol in the morning, right?” I saw him nod in my peripheral vision. I fell through the door and dropped onto the bed. I curled up on my mattress and fell into a dream about losing a Tribute before the Games and having to fill in for them.
I woke up on the floor. The train hit a bump, and I jumped about an inch in the air, my head banging down onto the thinly-carpeted floor.
“Ouch…” I grunted as I slowly rose from the ground. I looked down at myself. Forgot to change again… Ugh. I penguin-walked to my dresser and opened the top drawer. I randomly picked out an outfit pile and changed into it. Then I looked in the mirror.
“Whoa.” My hair was still in an updo from last night’s dinner, but since I had slept in it, it had turned into a mass of frizz and bobby pins. “Oh snap.” I left my room and walked through the dining room to the hair and makeup cabin.
“Toger, I need some serious TLC,” I told my stylist. Her body was died completely orange, like a spray tan gone wrong. On top of that, her hair was dark green. Whenever I saw her, I craved carrots.
“What did you do to yourself, child?” She asked in an almost mocking tone, but not for her.
“I feel asleep without changing again.
“Well, Toger’s gonna fix that for you, my dead.” Her voice popped up to a tone I could barely hear at the word “you.” After an hour with Toger, I was deemed presentable, and she let me go to meet my first set of Tributes. Be open-minded, I told myself. The odds of her being Foxface are impossible. I walked into the room where Peeta and the girl Tribute were waiting for me, and I shut the door behind me. The girl looked at me and smiled a familiar smirk.
“Hey, airhead. Long time no see.”
