New Gal: Hey! :) This is my first Fanfic so I hope you all like it. EVERLARK STORY****Chapter1
**DISCLAIMER**I do not own The Hunger Games nor its characters all credit goes to the wonderful Suzanne Collins.
Crunch...Chrunch. It's the sound of my father's boots against the rocks of the Grand Canyon. Everything is great as the other climbers make jokes and take swigs of their beer. I'm at the bottom of the canyon when I hear a faint rumbling sound. Looking up, I can see a huge boulder about to tip over and crush the unaware archeologists. I scream out to my father but he can't hear me up there. I continue to shout, "Daddy! Daddy! Look up! Move out of the way before it falls!" hoping that he hears. When he finally looks at me and understands what I'm saying, the boulder tips over. He attempts to move out of the way and I continue to scream but he's too late...
I wake up in a cold sweat. Still shaken from yet another nightmare of my father's death, I dare look at the clock and it reads 2:16 AM. Damnit! I wasn't supposed to wake up until 7:15, but I never do anyways. Checking to see if my screams woke Prim, I scan the dim room and see her still asleep looking as peaceful as ever. There is no use in trying to fall back asleep so I just lay there for a while. Eventually I decide to go out for a jog. I throw on a hoodie and a pair of black sweatpants, a neon pink camisole, and some sneakers. I fix my hair in its usual braid and before even 10 minutes pass,I'm out the door and headed down the street.
About an hour passes so I decide to go back, but first I take out my cell phone and check the time. Shit, I thought it's only been an hour. It's already 5:00? Ugh! Now I have to sprint in order to get home before Prim wakes up to make her some breakfast. In a hurry, I slide my phone back into my pocket and run to my house as fast as my legs will carry me.
As I arrive home, I hear Prim slowly decending the stairs. I prepare some toast and get out a jar of Nutella.
When I see her face I say, "Hey little duck".
"Quack" She replies trying to imitate a duck. This makes me laugh.
"Oh my gosh! Nutella" Prim exclaims with a smile plastered on her face. I don't see why she is so in love with the stuff.
"Maybe I should call you a squirrel. What would you think about that?" I joke. She just rolls her eyes and sits at the table anxiously waiting for her breakfast. Finally it's served to her and to my surprise,it's gobbled up in no time. Once finished, she looks up at me and licks her lips. I stare at her in disbelief because I haven't even touched mine. She giggles and puts her plate in the sink. After the quick breakfast she begins to head upstairs and I take a bite of the toast. Hey, I think to myself, this stuff isn't that bad after all. Who knows? Maybe I'm the squirrel.
****SO THAT'S MY FIRST PAGE! WHAT DO YOU THINK SO FAR? SHOULD IT BE LONGER? TOO SLOW? GOOD?NEED MORE DETAIL? NEXT CHAPTER YOU WILL MEET PEETA. BUT, WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THEY MEET EACH OTHER? PLEASE REVIEW! ILYA****