Hunger Games Fanfic {Part Ten is up!}

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This is my Hunger Games fanfic. Please do not steal! Please post and tell me what you think!

Prologue/Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
NEW Part Ten

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My name is Autumn Rose, I am sixteen years old. I live in Panem, District 11 to be exact. Today is Reaping Day. The day where each district gathers their kids from 12-18, each district offers up a boy and a girl in a drawing, or a reaping. Here in District 11, we work in orchards and fields. I work in an apple-picking orchard along with my older brothers, Thorn Rose and Colt Rose. I love climbing the trees and singing along with all the other pickers. I love smelling the apple blossoms. There's such beauty in nature! The only things that ruin it are the Peacekeepers and hovercraft. Back to today....I hope and pray my name will not be picked. My parents were 'killed' in a fire. But we all know that it was no accident. Several prominent people in District 11 died in that 'accidental fire'. It left my two brothers, who were 17 and 16 at the time, and me, who was 13 at the time, on our own. We made it though, Thorn and Colt put their names in the tessarae and refused to let me do so. That was four years ago. Now Thorn is 20 and Colt 19. Both safe from the Reaping. But not me...my name is still in there. Five pieces of paper among hundreds in that large glass bowl has my name on it. Just the thought of it makes my heart stop.......

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I lay in bed, thinking about all that has happened to me. The same thing I do every Reaping morning. I can hear my brothers in the room next door. They are talking in low voices, probably about the Reaping. I take a deep breath before sitting up. I stare at the sunshine peeking through my window. I can hear the mockingjays singing outside, their song is pretty, yet holds a troubling tune. As if they know what today is, what's going to happen. I turn my sea-green eyes to the new Reaping dress my brothers got for me. It's grey with small blue dots all over it. I smile weakly and finally stand up, pushing the covers back. The floor is cool, not warm or cold, but cool. There is a knock at my door and I hesitate before saying, "Come in." Thorn's dark haired head peeks through the door. "Hey sis." his deep, gruff voice makes me want to hug him. "Hey." I reply softly. He opens the door wider and walks over to me. The bed springs creak as he sits next to me. I can tell he's struggling this year. Maybe because his girlfriend was chosen last year. She didn't make the first day...killed in the bloodbath. I swallow hard. "Thorn..." I start but he's already wrapping his strong arms around me. There's no hesitation now as I bury my face in his chest. "They can not take you away from me. They will not!" He firmly says. There's anger and bitterness in his voice. "Don't talk like that Thorn....please don't..." I whisper pleadingly. He nods in response and just holds me close. I don't know how long we're sitting there before I hear Colt's voice from outside. "Autumn? Your bath is ready." He says. Thorn reluctantly lets go of me. "Colt! You didn't have to do that." I say, standing up. Thorn joins me and we both walk over to the door. My sandy-blonde haired brother Colt, with his always grinning face awaits me. "You don't want to look like that for Reaping!" He says teasingly. His smile always cheers me up but I can tell even he is having trouble remaining his cheery old self. I answer with another weak smile and a hug. "Thanks Colt. You are the best." I say, my voice cracking. "Hey what about me?!" Thorn buts in. But I know he's teasing. Soon all three of us are hugging in the hallway. We finally break apart when Colt pushes me down stairs. "Come on. Do your girly things. We can't wait forever for breakfast! I'm famished!" he says with a smile. I laugh and walk to our kitchen. I know the boys will wait upstairs and give me my privacy. I take off my clothes and slip into the hot water. I close my eyes, letting the water wash over my body. I wait a few minutes before thoroughly scrubbing myself down. I wash my hair and then rinse it out. I reluctantly leave the soapy water-filled, metal tub and dry myself off. I wrap a towel around myself and then call, "Okay! Eyes closed!" I hear a thud. "That's impossible!" Colt moans. I hear another thud and see both my brothers appear at the bottom of the stairs, eyes covered. I giggle and quickly slip past them up the stairs. I shut my door and finish drying myself off. I slip into the dress and then pull on my only pair of nice black shoes. I braid my dark brown and blonde hair into two braids and then pull them up into a bun. I stare at my reflection in the long mirror. I take a deep breath before heading downstairs. I stop midway. "Is it safe?" I call, smiling. "Yes!" comes the answer. I walk the rest of the way. I turn to see the tub put away, and the table decorated with our breakfast. I smile at Colt and Thorn, who are scrubbed clean and their hair all slicked back. We all sit down at the table and eat our breakfast, chit-chatting about different things. Like what we're gonna do when the Reaping was over, what we would do tomorrow and the sales the day after that. Of course, none of us think the unthinkable. Thorn insists I go upstairs to clean up my room while him and Colt clean up from breakfast. I go up to my small room and make my bed. Going upstairs, I made my bed and straightened my small dresser. I slip on my grey sweater as I walk towards the small table beside my bed. I open the small drawer and pull out a delicate gold necklace. I slowly open it and look at the pictures of my mom and dad in it. I stare at it for a long time before I hear it. The horn calling everyone to the square. I quickly snap the necklace securely around my neck and then walk downstairs. Thorn and Colt immediately grab each of my hands and we walk to the Reaping together. I realize that if Thorn and Colt weren't hold my hands, I probably would've fell. We soon reach the part where we must be seperated. They squeeze my hands and I whisper, "See you afterwards?" They both nod encouragingly. Then the Peacekeepers came to take them away. They let go of my hands and join the rest of the 18 and up. I reluctantly walk up to the table where a Peacekeeper lady holds a deadly looking needle in her hand. "Next." she says, opening her hand to me. I swallow hard before giving her my hand. She injects the long needle into my finger and then pulls it out. She puts my finger on a square on a page in a large book. This is all normal for me. It happens every year. But there are some girls and boys I see are new. They wince at the needle and stare amazed at the little thing they use to make sure it's our blood. I see no more as a Peacekeeper escorts me to a roped off area for girls my age. I stand between a tall blonde haired girl and a short black girl. I swallow again and take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. It happens all too soon. The magenta skin colored Capitol woman teeters out on her tall pink heels. Everything about her outfit is pink. Even her hair! "Welcome to our 80th annual Hunger Games!" Her chirpy voice echoes over the microphone. She gives a small speech of our history and I slowly tune out. I look over at the roped off adults and try to find Thorn and Colt. I see neither so I turn back to the Capitol woman. "Now...the time has come to chose our tributes from District 11 for this year's Hunger Games!" she says as if it's the best thing ever. I look to the large glass bowl, almost hoping my name would jump out and disappear. But what am I worried about? I'm not gonna get picked. I never have! I relax as the words enter my ears, "Ladies first!" She walks over to the glass bowl and dramatically swoops her hand in and around the bowl. She finally grabs one from the very bottom and pulls it out. She holds it in the air for a few seconds and then makes a very dramatic show of walking back to the microphone. She ceremoniously opens the paper and reads it. She quietly clears her throat and looks out across the crowds. She opens her mouth and I prepare to look around for the girl who's chosen. "Autumn Rose!" the name rings across the square. I freeze and feel everything go blurry and deaf. That's...that's me. "Where are you? Come on dear!" I slowly turn and walk to the main walkway. Peacekeepers come to take me up to the platform. I can barely stand up. I'm going to the arena. I'm going to the Hunger Games. The colorfully clothed woman grabs my arm and pulls me up next to her on the platform. "Let's give her a big hand!" she says and claps excitedly. There are a few claps but not much. That doesn't stop this Capitol woman who seems to never stop smiling. I can't look at my brothers...I just can't..She walks over to the other glass bowl and finally picks up a piece of paper from the top. She moves quickly back to the microphone and I can tell she's trying to hurry this up. She opens it and I hold my breath. "Hex Oakwood!"

[sarcasteil]

I really like this, not many THG fanfics out there. I suggest you would omit "I" at the beginning of the sentence and change it to another word.

Say,

I go up to my small room and make my bed. Then I straighten my small dresser and then grab my sweater from the hooks next to the door. I slip it on and then walk over to the small table next to my bed.

into something like;

Going upstairs, I made my bed and straightened my small dresser. I slipped on my sweater (possibly some more description, like colour or the fabric..) as I walked towards the small table beside my bed.

And, try to break it up into paragraphs. Much easier to read

All in all, keep up the good work!

[I n f i n i t y]

Thank you.

[I n f i n i t y]

{next part coming up soon!}

[The Most Sincere]

I'm loving this so far! Very intriguing. I also suggest paragraphing it... When I scroll down to read the rest, I sort of get lost. Not to mention that I usually where glasses, but don't on the computer because of the glare, and I really have to strain.

I have my own Fan-Fiction, as well. You can check it out, if you want. It's in my signature c:

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Here is part two!! Sorry it's not that long.

Hex Oakwood? My mind begins to run the name through my memory. Then it hits me. He is Heather Oakwood's brother. Heather was Thorn's girlfriend. He is 17 and about as tall as Thorn. The crowd of boys begin to betray where he is by turning and looking at him. He looks, stunned. I wonder if I looked like that. He moves out of the crowd and the Peacekeepers sweep him up onto the platform.
His dark brown eyes are wide with shock. He does well with hiding the fear that is surely pounding in his chest. I know fear is pounding in mine. "Ladies and Gentlemen! I present District Eleven's tributes for this year's Hunger Games!" The Capitol woman says, as if it is a present or something special. "Well, shake hands!" she tells us. I weakly turn to Hex and he turns as well. He looks into my eyes as we firmly shake hands. His grip is strong and his hand surprisingly soft.
I quickly evaluate my fellow tribute. He is much taller than me, I about reach his shoulder. He is muscular, and has a rather large chest. I gulp as I realize I would not stand a chance against this guy. He has broad shoulders and big arms. He looks like he should be a Career, not a tribute from District 11.
We finally let go of each other's hands and we are quickly escorted inside the Justice Building. I barely notice the soft, velvety floors and the painted walls as we walk down the hall. I am put into a small room, that is furnished with the works. A deep mahogany desk with a matching chair. One long bookshelf decorates one wall, a window the other, pictures from our history on one, and the other held the door. There's a red looking couch but I don't feel like sitting.
I move to the window and stare out it at the happy families. They're happy that their kids weren't picked. That they could have another year of peace and not sorrow and weeping. Which reminded me that I would never see District 11 again. Or my brothers.
I hear the door open and I turn. Thorn is already rushing towards me, I meet him halfway. He's on the verge of tears, I can tell. He hugs me close to his chest. I peek around him at Colt, who is already sniffling. How can I leave them? Thorn opens his arms and I do the same. Colt slips into our hug and we stand there, holding onto each other. "I love you." I whisper, tears falling down my face. "I love you too." Colt and Thorn say together.
The door opens again and the Peacekeeper says, "Time's up." Thorn and Colt give me one last squeeze before they are practically dragged out of the room. The door slams shut and the sound echoes through my ears. I stand there, trying to accept the fact that I am going to die. I quickly wipe my tears away. No good for the Capitol to see me weak. Maybe I could actually make it past the first day. Then I realized I had too.....for my brothers.
No one else comes to wish me good bye. Which is fine with me. I never had friends, I was satisfied with my two brothers. Finally the Peacekeepers and the woman came to escort me to the car. I tuned out as the lady started to chatter about how honored we should be and what a treat it would be to us, visitng the Capitol. I did find out her name was Sparkle Waters. Interesting name, but very Capitol.
We made it to the car where we were driven to the train station. Sparkle was talking about how fast the train was and that we would be at the Capitol in no time. I was too busy looking out the window, at the faces and the orchards. The things I would never see again. I swallowed back more tears as the car stopped and we were pulled out by Peacekeepers. There was cameras everywhere and I knew in the Capitol our faces were plastered all over. I barely made it on the train, every sound was deaf on my ears. Hex was behind me as we walked into what looked like the dining car.
I have never seen so much food in my life! There was pastries, meat, fruit, bread, cookies. Anything you could imagine! Hex was as stunned as me. I look at the blue-carpeted floor. Everything seemed to be blue. The walls, except they were more of a steel blue. I look at the table and chairs, which are mahogany. The buffet table and the four chairs that are for lounging are also mahogany. Except the chairs are outfitted in blue velvet.
Sparkle gently pushes us in. "Take a seat!" She says, motioning to the chairs. I sit down in the one closest to the window and Hex takes the one next to me. Sparkle sits across from Hex and starts talking about everything that will happen. I think Hex is the only one listening, I stare out the window at the passing trees.
Soon District 11 is far behind us. Thorn and Colt are behind us. Life itself is behind us. The Captiol is ahead. The Hunger Games are ahead. Death is ahead...

[sarcasteil]

I like the way you did the last sentences. A very nice touch to the scene. I am awaiting chapter three :3

[I n f i n i t y]

I like the way you did the last sentences. A very nice touch to the scene. I am awaiting chapter three :3

Thank you very much!! Is the paragraphing good?

[sarcasteil]

It would help if you lay it out something like this.

I hear the door open and I turn. Thorn is already rushing towards me, I meet him halfway. He's on the verge of tears, I can tell. He hugs me close to his chest. I peek around him at Colt, who is already sniffling. How can I leave them? Thorn opens his arms and I do the same. Colt slips into our hug and we stand there, holding onto each other. "I love you." I whisper, tears falling down my face. "I love you too." Colt and Thorn say together.

The door opens again and the Peacekeeper says, "Time's up." Thorn and Colt give me one last squeeze before they are practically dragged out of the room. The door slams shut and the sound echoes through my ears. I stand there, trying to accept the fact that I am going to die. I quickly wipe my tears away. No good for the Capitol to see me weak. Maybe I could actually make it past the first day. Then I realized I had too.....for my brothers.

No one else comes to wish me good bye. Which is fine with me. I never had friends, I was satisfied with my two brothers. Finally the Peacekeepers and the woman came to escort me to the car. I tuned out as the lady started to chatter about how honored we should be and what a treat it would be to us, visitng the Capitol. I did find out her name was Sparkle Waters. Interesting name, but very Capitol.

We made it to the car where we were driven to the train station. Sparkle was talking about how fast the train was and that we would be at the Capitol in no time. I was too busy looking out the window, at the faces and the orchards. The things I would never see again. I swallowed back more tears as the car stopped and we were pulled out by Peacekeepers. There was cameras everywhere and I knew in the Capitol our faces were plastered all over. I barely made it on the train, every sound was deaf on my ears. Hex was behind me as we walked into what looked like the dining car.

I have never seen so much food in my life! There was pastries, meat, fruit, bread, cookies. Anything you could imagine! Hex was as stunned as me. I look at the blue-carpeted floor. Everything seemed to be blue. The walls, except they were more of a steel blue. I look at the table and chairs, which are mahogany. The buffet table and the four chairs that are for lounging are also mahogany. Except the chairs are outfitted in blue velvet.

Sparkle gently pushes us in. "Take a seat!" She says, motioning to the chairs. I sit down in the one closest to the window and Hex takes the one next to me. Sparkle sits across from Hex and starts talking about everything that will happen. I think Hex is the only one listening, I stare out the window at the passing trees.

Soon District 11 is far behind us. Thorn and Colt are behind us. Life itself is behind us. The Captiol is ahead. The Hunger Games are ahead. Death is ahead...

Leave a line space between paragraphs, so we won't get lost x3