|Just Have Faith
Author: louisluv218 PM
The story of Kleo Nightingale's hunger Games experience. (I made up alot of the characters. I don't own Hunger Games, and I know it's a sucky intro. Just pweese read it.) I'm only on the first book, so if someone died in a later book and i have them in here, don't hold it against me.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Katniss E. - Chapters: 5 - Words: 1,707 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 11-30-12 - Published: 11-28-12 - id: 8746654
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It was the day of the Reaping. I woke up to the uninviting stench and crisp air of District 12. My brother, Hayle, was standing in my room.
"Wakey-wakey, Kleo." He nudged. "We have to be to the reaping in an hour."
As soon as he said Reaping, I shot out of bed. I always get nervous at this time of year. With my petite stature and nervous look, you could swear I was a twelve year old, experiencing their first reaping, instead of a fifteen-year-old. Hayle left the room, but he poked his head back in and said, "May the odds be ever in your favor."
"Shut up!" I responded. I pulled my best dress out of my closet. It wasn't pretty, but it was the same dress I wore to the Reaping every year. This is the 82nd year that the Capitol was forcing 24 kids to fight to the death. In district 12, we've only had 4 victors. But two of them were the most legendary victors in Hunger Games history. Peeta Mellark, the baker's son, and my role model, Katniss Everdeen. The girl on fire. They both won the 74th Hunger Games.
I snapped out of my trance and slipped into my dress. I put my hair up in a braided bun, the same way Katniss wore hers on the day of her Reaping. I walked out into our tiny kitchen. My Mother gasped.
"You look beautiful, Kleo!" She gushed.
"Hey! Don't I look beautiful?" Hayle joked.
"Yes, Hayle. You're lovely." I responded. I sat down at our empty table. Mom put a squirrel in front of me. "Where did you get this?"
"I traded some milk from the goat for it." She responded. "Now eat up."
I dug in to the squirrel. It didn't taste very good, but it was the first time in months that I've had meat. So I didn't complain.
"Hustle! We have to leave!" Hayle pushed me out our small wooden door., and we walked towards town.