Okay, So I am making this book for a school project when we actually make it a hardcover book, and mine is a character I made that is in The Hunger Games! You can read it, then rate it, or ask if your character wants to be in the book, it is long, but still a WIP and due this Wednesday, so after then I will lock this thread. You can rate it 1-10 and critique it, and I want to get better, and it is okay, I can take critiques and I won't be mad if you tell me what I need to work on. :3 And here is the form if you want to be in my book, I may be picky and not choose you, don't be sad if I don't.
Form:
Name:
Appearance:
Participate in the Hunger Games: (Yes or No)
Be my characters Ally: (Again Yes or No)
District:
Token: (Optional)
Other:
I will fill out the from for my character so you know what she is like. P.S: She wins the Hunger Games because she is the main character. We can also RP a little bit on this thread.
Okay, so now I am finally going to get to the story: (You have to read it before you post, And, BEWARE, it is REALLY long...)
Prologue:
As I closed my eyes, I could sleep soundly tonight knowing that all the animals on my family’s farm were fed, safe, and healthy, and that meant that my daily chores were done. Then, like an arrow shot through my heart I remembered that tomorrow is Reaping Day. Reaping Day is when they picked a girl and a boy from each district to participate in the annual Hunger Games. There are twelve districts, and I am from District 10, which is known for giving cow meat, horse meat, milk, and cheese from our livestock to the Capitol. People who live in the Capitol do not participate in it, they just watch it for their amusement. The Hunger Games is when all the tributes, or people who got chosen to participate go and fight to their death. I quivered, I tried to shake it off, but the thought of being chosen to be in the Hunger Games clung to me like mud.
Chapter 1:
Once I got up in the morning, I walked out of my room, and I could hear my parents conversing in the kitchen. I walked over there I saw my Mom pacing around the kitchen, I knew she was stressed, because she is always like this on Reaping Day, so I try to listen to her, and make her only say for me to do something once. When my Mom saw me entering the kitchen she turned to me and exclaimed, “Arianna! Why did you sleep in so late!?” “I guess I just needed to catch up on some sleep,” I replied barely a whisper. “I told you to go to bed earlier than usual so this wouldn’t happen!” she exclaimed once more. “Now sit down and let me do your hair.” she ordered. “Okay” I said as I walked over to a comfortable chair. “How do you want your hair?” my Mom asked standing behind the chair with my turquoise hair brush in her hand. “ The usual” I reply simply. She then brushes through my milk honey blonde hair, after that she parts my hair into three sections at the side of my head. After that, she wove them together into a beautiful braid, she then laid it on my shoulder, “Go look in the mirror and see how you like it.” she ordered me. “Okay!” I reply happily as I walk over to the mirror that hung on the end of the hallway to our little cottage, it was almost the biggest house in District 10 because her family was wealthy from selling the meat from all of their animals on the farm. “Wow! It looks beautiful as always!” I exclaim looking in the mirror smiling and admiring my beautiful blonde hair in a perfect braid. “Arianna, since it is Reaping Day” my Dads voice seemed to ricochet off the kitchen walls from where he sat and drank his coffee watching us, he had a loud voice, whenever he spoke, everybody would stop and listen to what he had to say, “you don’t have to feed the animals, I will.” “Okay” I reply to show that I heard him. “May I go out and ride Ginger through town, and maybe sell todays eggs at the shop?” I ask my parents as I look outside the window at my palomino draft horse grazing in the pasture. “Sure” my parents reply at the same time, then only my mother speaks, “I’ll give you an hour, the Reaping starts in four hours, I put a beautiful dress I picked out for you, And don’t get too dirty, you have to look nice!” she yelled as I was running out if the house.
