Angel's Enter: HG Story

Before Pain

A few years after the Capitol was destroyed, one of President Snow's granddaughters managed to start another war between the districts; thus leading to the return of the Hunger Games to keep the districts in line. She took on the persona of President Snowflake to live out her grandfather's legacy.

After the war, many loyal mockingkjay followers converted back to Capitol citizens; and Gale Hawthorne has been missing ever since then. Nevertheless, Katniss and Peeta continued to abide by the rules of the districts, just waiting for the perfect moment to plan an attack. They never would have guessed that moment would have come so soon.

Early Morning...

"They're coming for you. Please be careful."

I've been hearing that voice in my head for the past two weeks. Sometimes I even see a young girl with blonde hair telling it to me. She seems familiar and trustworthy; but nevertheless, I can't figure out who she is. I can't tell if she's real, or if I'm just losing it.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I feel someone shaking me from my sleep, so I roll over in bed to see who it is. I the feel someone peck me softly on my left cheek and my eyes slowly flutter open. I roll back over and I see my father's smiling face as he pats my head.

"How's my little Princess doing this morning?" He asks.

"She's tired. Why am I up so early?" I groan as I place my sheets over my head.

"I hate to say it, but it's Reaping Day again." He replies.

I quickly throw the sheets off my head as I fully open my eyes. I think I can speak for everyone in the districts when I say I HATE Reaping Day. Especially since it's the Quarter Quell: the 100th. Hunger Games. Mother and Father entered and won, but they faced more trouble outside of the arena after the Hunger Games was over. They've been mentoring and training the kids who got sent off from our district, but none of them had come back; alive. They were usually killed in the Cornucopia or in the first few days of the games. Needless to say, the Hunger Games have been a downhill for district 12 for a LONG time.

"I wish they'd sent President Prissy-Flake in the arena. I'd kick her ass any day." I joked with him.

He laughed. "Language sweetheart! You know how your mother feels about a young lady like yourself using vulgar language." He reminded me as I rolled my eyes.

Mother has been very uptight ever since the Hunger Games came back. She used to be extremely lenient and laid back, but now all she does is fuss and clean and cook. I don't get how she was ever the leader of a huge rebellion.

My dad suddenly pulled me out of bed and flung me over his shoulders. I'm pretty light for my age so picking me up wasn't hard.

"NO! LET ME GO!" I screamed as I started to giggle. I made him laugh again as I tried to wiggle out of his grip.

Suddenly, Mother busted through the door into my room holding her bow loaded with an arrow; ready to fire. Father quickly stopped and froze in his spot as I stopped hitting his back and stared at my mother with my mouth hung open.

"Oh, I thought someone was...nevermind." She said as she lowered her weapon and walked out the room.

"I think someone's having mood swings today!" I joked as he let me back onto the floor.

"Don't blame Katniss, I'm worrying too. Now come on, time to wake up your brother and get down to the square." He says. We walk out of the room and into the living room where Mother is putting away her bow and arrow. Father leaves to go wake up Michael just as Mother turns and smiles at me.

"Sorry about earlier. It's just...the games get to me, ya know?" She apologizes as she hands me some toast.

"What doesn't get to you, Katniss?" Michael asks as he and Father walk into the kitchen.

Father nudges him as Michael sits down to eat his breakfast. Michael, being the annoying, gross pig that he is, shoves the whole piece of toast into his mouth.

"Michael! Slow down. It's not going anywhere." Mother fussed.

"Dad, help me get dressed." He says as he ignores her. Father follows him into his room and he shuts the door behind him.

"Men. Now, let's get you dressed." Mother informs as I finish my toast. She gives me this old grey dress that reaches below my knees with some matching ballet looking slippers. She then curls my hair and puts a gorgeous Rose in my hair. I look at myself in the mirror and I can't help but smile.

"If I get picked, I'm telling you I can get more sponsors if I'm naked." I joked as I looked at Mother.

She smiles. "And I've told you a million times, taking your top off will not help you. And I think your father would go into a cardiac arrest if I'd let you do that."

We laugh just as Michael comes out in a grey matching suit with black boots.

"Let's get this over with." Father sighs as we walk out the door to the square.

Once we get there, they're starting with the old boring speech. I go stand with the 15 year olds as Michaels goes with the 17 year olds. Mother and Father take their place sitting on the stage next to some crazy chick with tons of makeup and a big set of hair. I think her name was...Effie. Although, personally, for a woman who's older than my parents, she looks around 20 with all that makeup she wears. 

She takes the stand and shouts into the microphone, "HAPPY HUNGER GAMES AND MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR!"

Her squeaky voice annoys me, and I bet she's not this peppy whenever we're dying right in front of her eyes. Or was I being too negative?

"This year since it's the special 100th Hunger Games, a special selection is in order for who will be chosen to attend. The selection was chosen and kept hidden by President Snowflake, and I know you're all excited to hear what it is." Effie said.

I suddenly noticed the glass balls on the stage. Each only has one slip of paper in them. I frantically looked at Michael and he noticed it too.

"So, the recent winner's two eldest male and female children will be going to the games." She puts her hands into the balls as Mother and Father turn white. Michael and I exchange a look of pain and worry. When we turn back to her, she confirms our worst fears.

"And your tributes are: Michael and Angel Mellark!"