A Fight To The Finish

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I stood in the square, waiting for Effie Trinket, and her multi-coloured wig, to pull out a name from the reaping bowl, her slender fingers pushing through the waves of paper. At last she clamped onto one. Unfurling it, she read the name aloud. Her face beamed, for some reason I did not know why. It was obviously someone she hated. “Our female tribute,” she announced, “Is Flora Sadar!” My face fell as my name was called out. I never wanted this to happen. I was surely going to die…

A Fan Fiction on the magnificent Suzanne Collin's The Hunger Games trilogy.

Chapter 1 (v.1) - A Fight To The Finish

Submitted: January 06, 2012

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CHAPTER 1
 
I stood in the square, waiting for Effie Trinket, and her multi-coloured wig, to pull out a name from the reaping bowl, her slender fingers pushing through the waves of paper. At last she clamped onto one. Unfurling it, she read the name aloud. Her face beamed, for some reason I did not know why. It was obviously someone she hated. “Our female tribute,” she announced, “Is Flora Sadar!” My face fell as my name was called out. I never wanted this to happen. I was surely going to die… “Come on up, Flora!” coaxed Effie. I shuffled towards her, a lump sitting in my throat. “Don’t be shy, Flora” I felt like saying to Effie that I’m 15 and not shy. You’ve just picked out my name to go to the Hunger Games, basically, you’ve sent me to my death. But she didn’t seem to care. I eyed my mother and brothers in the audience. Tears welled up in my eyes. I wasn’t ready to leave them. My mothers black hair and grey eyes glared at me,  what was she to do now that I was going to the Games? I was the one that got the food, the water and all the other resources we were in desperate need of. I looked behind me to see my best friend in the whole of Panem, Carmine, crying. Her eyes were red and blotchy from the hot angry tears, that were streaming down her face. She hated the Capitol, but I guessed she hated them even more for sending me to the Hunger Games. I had always hated the Capitol, as well. But now, I wanted them dead. Just like I’d be, if I didn’t win the Games. I turned away from Carmine, to face Effie again. She was pawing through another bowl, ready to snatch one, like a bird diving for a worm. Finally, her hand grabbed a slip of paper. She smiled, once more, as she read it out. “Our male tribute, this year is” Please don’t be David, it can’t be my eldest little brother. “Seamus Dean!” It wasn’t David, thank goodness. I would have died, on the spot, if it had been David’s name picked out of the reaping bowl. He’s the only one of my siblings old enough to be reaped for the Hunger Games, and I hoped he never would be reaped… I looked at Seamus as he walked towards me. Like me, he was from the Seam, the poorest part in District 12. We were the tough ones. We were the ones that could live with nothing at all. We were the ones that could survive. Effie stood up straight, smiling at the crowd. “Can we have a big round of applause for our tributes?” she called out. There was only the tiniest claps, from the confused people. Two Capitol guards took us to the Justice Building and sat us down. Time for the farewells, the hardest part of the Hunger Games. 
My fingers traced the soft, burgundy velvet on the chair. My mother and brothers were escorted in by yet another Capitol guard. David spotted me and ran. I embraced him in a huge hug. “I don’t want you to go, Flora!” he wailed. “Everything’s okay, David,” I told him. But the truth was, everything wasn’t okay…
David stepped back and my other brothers came and hugged me. Then my mother kissed my forehead and squeezed me, tightly. “You’ll be able to look after them all, won’t you?” I was choking from tears, “If you can’t find food, I’ve taught David to hunt.” “You’re such a good girl, Flora” my mother squeezed me tighter. My tears streamed down my cheeks, I didn’t want to leave my family and District 12. “Mother,” I whispered, “I-I love you…” “I love you too, Flora…” she smiled, sadly. I wanted to tell he more but a Capitol guard took them away from me. I cried for them to come back, but my screams were unanswered. Just then, Carmine ran in and hugged me. “You can’t go, Flora! You can’t!” she cried. “I’m sorry, Carmine… I was chosen as a tribute for the Games and that’s what I have to be… I’m going to miss you so much!” I replied. Carmine’s face was so red with tears, I hated the Capitol, for doing this to her. She was crying so hard, I couldn’t bear to see her like that. A Capitol guard stepped in the room, signalling that it was time for her to get out. I signalled for the guard to give us two more minutes, who just nodded and walked out. “Take this,” Carmine handed me a rope necklace with a mockingjay charm. “You’re allowed one District token, Flora. So take this, it’s my sister’s, she wore it when she was a tribute in the Hunger Games.” “Thank you, Carmine,” I choked out. She put the necklace round my neck. “Just don’t die, okay?” I nodded and she walked out. No one else came to see me, which I was happy with because there was no one else to miss too much. The Capitol guards took me away and put me on the train to the Capitol. It was very unusual, for someone from the Seam, to journey to the Capitol. Well, unless you were reaped for the Hunger Games, the Capitol’s way of fun, the tribute’s way of death. 
The train started to move after I sat down and Seamus came on board. I glanced at him, as he walked towards me. He nodded and sat down in a seat, facing me. “Uh… hi,” I said. “Hi,” Seamus replied. Seamus looked awfully upset, though, anyone would be if they had just been reaped. “I wonder what the arena will look like,” I muttered. Seamus shrugged and looked out the window. “I don’t really care what it looks like,” he said, “I just want to get it over with…” I stared at him, that was exactly what I wanted to do as well. But I knew that if I wanted to see my family again, then I’d need to win. “Same here, Seamus” I sighed. Effie Trinket walked in the room and beamed at us. “So how’s our brave tributes doing?” We stared at her in disbelief. We were about to be sent out to die and she was smiling, asking us how we were. “Crap…” I answered. Effie looked at me, sternly. Seamus finally spoke up, “Yeah, I feel crap as well. I mean, why are you happy when we are being sent out to die, Effie?” Effie stepped back, appalled. “I was just trying to lighten the mood, Seamus,” she snapped. I looked at Seamus, my eyes wide. Has Effie ever been that snappy? I don’t think she has… Effie stormed off in a mood and Seamus and I were left alone. “So…” I started. Seamus looked at me, then at the door Effie left through and we both burst into laughter. “Why’d you say that?” I asked, after we finished laughing “Because, I wanted to see her reaction. It sure was funny though!” And that started the laughter again.
We arrived in the Capitol in late afternoon. Buildings towered up, taller than any building I’d ever seen before. All I managed out was a quiet, “Wow…” The Capitol guards moved us into the training centre where they gave us rooms. I opened the door, walked over to my bed and sat down. Today, we were reaped and we‘ll be presented in front of the Capitol. Tomorrow’s the interviews. The next day’s the training and the training scores. Then, more interviews. Last, and I’d definitely like to put it least, the Hunger Games begin. All of a sudden, three people burst into my room. “We are your prep team!” said the male, “Our names are: Flavius!” “Venia! said a woman “Octavia!” another woman jumped in. My eyes must have been so wide, as Venia asked, “Why are you so surprised?” She had a Capitol accent, as did Octavia and Flavius. I glared at them and finally said, “Um.. Nothing…” Then they moved me to a different room. “This is where we’ll be doing your hair, nails and waxing!” said Flavius. I was appalled. “Waxing?” I almost shouted. They nodded. I sighed. “Let the waxing begin…”
“OW!” I screamed as the hair was ripped off my legs. Octavia continued working through my screams and yelps. Flavius and Venia stood at the side, looking at me. “OW!” more hair waxed. But still, Octavia would not stop. I felt like screaming so loudly, it was that painful. “OW!!!!!” I had hardly any hair left by the time she was done. I rubbed my skin. My hairless skin. My eyebrows had been shaved away as well. Towards the mirror, I strode to get a good look at myself. I looked… different. The mucky girl from the Seam was no more. My skin was spotless. I didn’t like it… But, if I wanted to stay alive in the Games, I’d have to stay alive through this. Venia came over to do my nails. She had a manicure set with her and little bottles of nail-polish. I looked through all the different colours. Yellow, black, red, orange. It looked like the colour of coal and flames. Perfect for my district, the mining district, twelve. She cut my nails, using small silver scissors. Then used a brush-like-thing to make my nails round. Eventually, she coated them with the polish. A black background with flames. Then it was on to my hair. Flavius made quick work of it. He put my hair into a bun with curls falling down the side. “It looks beautiful!” I told him, when he was done. “I always make them look beautiful, don’t I girls?” he replied. Smiling, Venia and Octavia nodded. Finally, they left. Now, it was time for the stylist. A female walked in. She held a dress bag and laid it down. “Hello, Flora,” she said “My name is Portia, I’m your stylist.” “Hi,” I managed to squeak. Portia opened the bag and inside was the most beautiful dress I’d ever seen. It was a medium-length, red dress, with black flowers on the right strap. It came with a gold necklace, with my mockingjay on it. Portia also brought out red high-heels. I tried walking in them, fell a few times, and eventually got the hang of it. I put on the dress, that fitted me perfectly, and twirled around. “You look beautiful, Flora!” Portia gasped. “Thank you, Portia! I love it!” I hugged her. “Now,” she said, “Time for your make-up!” 
Portia sat me down in a comfortable chair. The texture was soft and velvety. She brought out a palette of eye-shadows, blushers and lipsticks. First, she applied the blusher to my cheeks. The brush was lovely against my skin. Then, she put on my eye-shadow. The main colour was red, with a touch of white. Finally, my lipstick went on. It was a luscious red, with small strokes of something darker. Once again, I looked in the mirror. I looked truly amazing. “Thank you so much, Portia! I wish I could give you the most amazing gift I could give you!” I hugged her once more. “It’s okay, Flora. Seeing you smiling is the most wonderful gift a stylist can get!” Portia reassured me. I like Portia… I thought She’s really nice! 
Portia hustled me through the door. It was time to be presented in front of the Capitol. I saw Seamus. He was wearing a black suit with a red shirt. Matching colours, I thought. She told me that she was going for a formal style. Suddenly the anthem sounded and it was time to go. The first part in the Hunger Games had just began…


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