My Hunger Games

by **peetakatnissgale** » Sun Apr 29, 2012 1:48 pm

That you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!

by **Aira548784** » Thu May 10, 2012 2:46 pm

this is really good

by **peetakatnissgale** » Fri May 25, 2012 2:06 am

So real quick, I might have gotten some order of events wrong. I kinda forgot what order the opening ceromony, interviews and scores went in :lol:

8:
The next week was excruciating. The first day of Katniss' absense sucked. I woke up in the morning and went to our meeting spot in the woods. It just depressed me to be there without her, so I immediatly got up and went hunting. That day the Hob had been very quit. Katniss maight not have been the most cheery person in the world, but her not being there just seemed wrong.

Finally the opening ceromonie came. Everybody gathered in the square to watch on the big screen. My mother, Rory, Posy, Prim, and I all stood together. At first it was pretty loud, but once the seal of Panem appeared on the screen everybody fell silent. President Snow said a little bit about how the ceromonie would work. Each pair of Tributes would come out. Two Gamemakers would announce the Tributes' names and their District. District 1 rolled out looking as repollsive as ever. The girl, who name I don't remember, wore a tight fitting dress that feel above the knee covered in diamonds. The boy, I also don't remember what his name was, wore a be-dazeled white shirt and matching pants. Over all, you couldn't look at the pair to long without blinding yourself. District 2 made an appearance next. Clove, the female Tribute, had long black hair and a olive, oval face. She had dark eyes and matching eyebrows. She was wearing a simple black dress that fell exactly at the knee. at had small pebbles spread across it. On her wrist was a rock, similiar to a coursage. Cato, District 2's male Tribute, wore a plain black suit with rocks spread across it similiar to Clove's dress. He had dirsty blond hair and starch white skin.

District 3 was a train wreck that year. Both Tributes wore tight jump suits adorned with electronic pads. Over all the two of them looked like the inside of a computer. Not something you wanted to remember. District 4 had some pretty interesting and original costumes that year. The female Tribute wore a fishing net beautifully woven from thick rope. Her stylist had drapped it over her so it flowed just so. They male Tribute wore a suit made of what looked like fishing line. Very interesting. District 5 and 6 being industrial wore factory looking clothes. District 7 wore clothes made completely of pine needles. District 8 wore clothes with pictures of clothes on them. District 9 wore black and white mimicking a cow. District 11's female Tribute, Rue, wore a dress made of corn shucks. It probably would have looked rediculous on anyone older, but it made her look really cute. District 11's male Tribute, Thresh, wore a suit with berries strung around it.

You could feel the tension in the air now. Everybody stood completely still. How Katniss and Peeta did in the Opening Ceromonie would make or brake them. Finally we saw them come out and I know I fell to the ground. Katniss looked amazing in a tight jump suit. But it wasn't just a that, it was on fire! Her and Peeta stole the show. But it wasn't just there clothes. They had been holding hands. Something no tributes has ever done. I should've been extatic, but I felt strange. I envied Peeta, I think. I wanted to be there with Katniss. I didn't like the way Peeta was acting with her. I was jealous.

by **missingllama** » Fri May 25, 2012 3:17 am

Gale

by **peetakatnissgale** » Fri May 25, 2012 3:51 pm

9:Peeta's Bomb (like I said, I might have some order of events wrong)

The next morning, all I could see was the bright fire of Katniss' costume. It was permanently imprinted on my eyelids. I still see it when I wake up in the morning. I remember really wishing that I was there with Katniss that day.

I was up bright and early. That day was the most important Pre-Games day that there was. That day was interview day. I went to the woods, but only for a little while. I wanted to make sure I didn't miss anything. All I shot were a few squirrels. I made my way back to the Hob and, again, it felt lonely there without Katniss. I had no time to waste there and neither did anybody else there. Today was all business. No shenanigans.

When I got to the square, it was pretty damn crowded. I was able to push my way to the front for a good view. When the interviews started, Cesar Flickerman came on stage and said his opening speech. It went kind of like this. "I am glad to acquaint each and every one of you with the tributes of our 74th Hunger Games", blah-blah-blah, "We will start with District 1's female tribute, Glimmer"! Applause erupted from the crowd. Not our crowd, of course. The crowd in the Capitol.

He introduced her as Glimmer. Oh, yeah. That was it. District 1 names. She wore a bright white dress. The sleeve on her right arm draped below her shoulder. She wore a type of make-up that made her face so pale, she looked like a ghost. I thought the stylists were supposed to make them look better not worse. I think they might have been trying to make her look sexy, but that failed…miserably. Her curly blond hair was pulled up into a high, styled pony tail. That was the only thing that actually looked nice. Cesar asked her the first question of the night. "What is your favorite type of diamond"? "Anything", she had answered. Even though it was just one word, she was able to work the whole bomb-shell angle into it. He asked her a few more unimportant questions and then the buzzer went off. She left the stage and that was when you saw the back of her dress. It was cut down to the crook at the bottom of her back. Her pony tail was very long and ran almost the whole length of her back. Her spine was very prominent; I don't know why I remember that. She had curves, though. I bet she would have looked really pretty that night without all of the makeup.

Next up was the male tribute from her district. Marvel. He was a tall and slender boy. His hair was a deep brown. He wore a black suit with diamond buttons. H didn't say anything to memorable. I remember upon answering the question, "Who is the most important person back home", he had said, "My little sister, Pearl. She means the world to me. All I want is to go back home to her". Yeah right. All he wanted were more sponsors.

Next up was District 2's female tribute, Clove. She truly was beautiful; not as beautiful as Katniss, though. She had her black hair in cork-screw curls. They fell down her face in just the right fashion. Her stylists were defiantly going for sexy. Her dress was a full out ball gown. It was deep black and puffy. It had lace around the outer layer. It wasn't the worst interview dress ever. She had her eyes lined in pitch black with matching eye shadow. "What is it like to be here right now for you", Cesar had asked her. "A real honor, Cesar. It's also a little nerve racking, though", she had replied. Her interview had gone well. Cato wore a plain jet black suit. He pulled off fierce and intimidating pretty well. Let's just face it, he didn't have to be a pro actor to do it.

District 3-7 wasn't much. District 10's female wore a black dress with white spots all over it. Very creative. She had her hair in a bun with a flower popping through it. That made no sense at all. Her skin was a light color, but not pale. She, like other tributes in the past, was probably pretty nice looking when she wasn't drenched in Capitol. "Who is it that you want to go home to, Tara", Cesar had asked. "My…", tears swelled up in her eyes and it became obvious that her mentor had wanted her to act vulnerable, "Aunt Dotty. She…", another huge sniffle, "Has always been a role model to me. It would devastate her if I didn't come home". You know what I think; those tears were actually coming from the embarrassment of wearing a cow dress.

District 11 came up to the spotlight next. I swear, if Katniss wasn't going into the arena, I would be rooting for this little girl. Her eyes were deep brown, but light with a happiness of sorts. Her name was Rue and boy did I wish I could get her out of there. She was only twelve. Twelve. That night her stylist, who was able to work her small size perfectly, had her wearing a purple dress. It had little sequins above her stomach. Below that was a light layer of lace, then a layer of deep purple fabric. Two pieces of purple lace swung around the back, tied in a bow. "What is it like being only twelve years old and having to go into the arena', Cesar asked her the question that was on everybody's mind. Rue paused for a moment, thinking about what it truly was like. What it would be like after all of the pampering and Capitol food was gone. "Scarring. I know that all I'll ever see for the rest of my life, no matter how long, will be the faces of the other tributes". That was the best answer we has gotten all night, but she wasn't done. "Even if I do leave the arena, the arena won't leave me. Neither will the memories. Like I said, they're scarring". You could tell that little Rue didn't have that scripted. It was truly from her heart, that's what made it so heart breaking. I knew that that little girl was going to be a problem for me. Honestly, how could I want Katniss to kill her. How could I ever ask her to die. No matter who killed her, it would be hard. Cesar had to consider what she had said for a couple of seconds before saying, "Well Rue, maybe you will go home. Let's have everybody give Miss Rue a round of applause. Small but full of strength"! That was one of the most true things Cesar had ever said.

Thresh came on next and he was, like Cato, tough. Solid as a rock. I won't even get into his questions. All he would say is yes or no; never a single detail. He had a sophisticated black suit on, just adding to the severity.

Finally Katniss came on. Her gown was fantastical. Her dress was unexplainably amazing, but I'll try anyway. It was tight at the top, outlining her figure. As it worked its way down it expanded to a great amount of cloth. It wasn't just cloth though. It was like it was on fire, but certainly wasn't. It shimmered just so. It looked like she was burning in ambers you could say. Like she was a flame herself. It was sleeveless, which added to the whole her being the flame effect. Cesar asked her a few questions about Prim and volunteering. She answered something that I didn't know on one question. She said, "I promised her that I'd come home". I had hope now. I special kind of hope because whenever Katniss promised Prim something, it happened. The last thing Cesar said was, "Katniss Everdeen! The Girl On Fire"! She was the girl on fire. She was my girl on fire.

Peeta's turn next. Peeta and Cesar got along well. They started off with some easy jokes and then got to the serious stuff. "So Peeta, do you have a special girl back home"? "No", Peeta had replied. "What? Are yo sure? You know, you're quit the looker". "Well, there is this one girl. I've had a crush on her for years, but I don't think she even knows I exist". Who the heck could he be talking about. Honestly, he is the complete definition of social. "Well, you know what you have to do? Win. Go home. She can't turn you down then, can she"? "I don't think it's going to work out". "Why not"? And then Peeta dropped the bomb.

by **missingllama** » Fri May 25, 2012 10:18 pm

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

by **peetakatnissgale** » Fri May 25, 2012 10:57 pm

I know that some of the events in this chapter are kinda far out but I liked the idea :lol:

10: A promise is more powerful than any physical strength

"Because. She came here with me". I think it took us all a few seconds to figure out who he was talking about, but once I did… well I was on my knees. I had never hated a person so much in my entire life. I was still trying to catch my breath and get my feet back underneath me. There were some gasps, cries, and I think one person actually fainted, but that was nothing compare to the Capitol. Oh gosh, the Capitol audience was unleashed. People were screaming, crying, gasping gasps so loud it sounded like wind. Peeta. In love with Katniss. No, no, no! I knew I should have told Katniss! Crap! Everything was ruined.

Just then, they showed a close up of Katniss. Her head was buried in her magnificent dress. Geez, he didn't even give her a warning. Certainly she didn't feel the same way. I mean, he is a merchant, a baker. A bloody baker! I-I don't even know how to explain what I felt. I remember gaining my feet and walking over to my mother. She was one of the few people who weren't in complete, unspeakable shock. "Darling, I'm sure it's just for the Games. It'll mean absolutely nothing to both of them when they-", she didn't know how to finish her sentence. What was she going to say to me? 'When they die'. No. She would never tell me directly that Katniss wasn't coming home. So what if I was blinding myself from the truth? It was a personal choice I had made. To believe that Katniss would be coming home. "How do you know? Peeta is a freaking baker not an actor and if you ask me, that's pretty good acting", I replied to her. "Well, it's the Games Gale. Who knows what it can make you do? Look at Haymitch Abernathy. He's a drunken, miserable person who has been scarred by the Games. That is what the Games can do to people. It doesn't mean that that is what will happen to…", Once again she doesn't know what to say.

I just left the square. I ran deep into the woods. I didn't know where I was headed, just hoped I would be able to find my way back home. After miles of running I came across a little cement shack and a lake. I had no idea where it had come from, but it didn't look like anyone had lived in it. I walked closer and stepped over the threshold. It had a pile of wood neatly stacked near the little fireplace it had. Next to the wood was a small handmade broom. I was a little spooked at first, but then it felt comfortable. I sat down and placed some woof in the pit. I was able to make a decent little fire. I felt the heat warm my body. Suddenly I longed to have Katniss by my side. I wanted human warmth, not wooden warmth. I wondered if she missed me as much as I missed her. Had she ever found this little place? The lake wasn't one we had ever gone to before.

Because she came here with me. Those words will forever haunt me. Peeta was one damn good actor. I, for some reason, felt like Katniss was always going to be mine. She was like my younger sister, but it was slightly different.

"Hazelle is worried about you". I must have jumped ten feet high when I heard that little voice. It wasn't in my head; it was right in front of me. Prim was standing in the doorway of my new little hiding spot. Prim. At first I thought I was hallucinating. I mean, Prim in the woods. She had never gone a yard in, never mind this deep. I had never even been here. She must have followed the smoke.

She came over and sat next to me. "Katniss'll be fine", I said but my voice cracked on the last syllable, ruining it. "You don't have to pretend to be brave in front of me, Gale. I'm just as worried as you. Maybe you're just a little more worried than I am". Prim of all people was actually comforting me. "Don't worries Prim. Katniss is brave. And strong". "Not as strong as the Careers", this little girl was just as stubborn as her big sister. "Maybe not, but she promised you and a promise to you is more powerful than any physical strength". Prim's eyes swelled up with tears. I gave her a big hug and we stayed in an embrace for a while. Eventually she fell asleep, so I put out the fire and carried her home. I would have to face District 12 sooner or later. I chose sooner.