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Nightlock - A Foxface Fan-Fic - Chapter 1

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Hello, my name's Tiff, short for Tiffany. But anyway, you might know me better as Foxface. Most people's nickname for me is Vixen, but in the arena I heard the fire girl call me Foxface. I guess it comes from my ability to creep around, and to be sly and cunning ... just like a fox.

Anyway, I want to tell you my side of the story. How I, you know, died. I'll start at the beginning; after all I can remember all the events in the past few weeks that lead up to me being here now...


I woke with that dreadful feeling that I know all the others between the ages of 12 and 18 will be feeling. Today is the reaping. I'm 15, so my name should be in the giant glass ball four times, but I know it's in there far more times than that. You see, I had to take tesserae this year. Both my parents lost their jobs when several of the power plants closed. They didn't want me to take tesserae but I had no other choice. So, the odds defiantly aren't in my favour this year, my name being in there so many times. My sister just turned 12 as well, but I refused to let her take tesserae with me.

I sit up in my bed and look over to Kate, my sister. It's her first reaping, but with her name in the giant glass ball only once I'm sure she'll be safe. I hope it doesn't come to it but if she does get reaped, I'm ready. I get up and pull open the rags we use for curtains. Kate twitches in her sleep. I really don't want to have to wake her up, but I know I'll have too soon. Our reaping is held in the town square at 2 o'clock. That'll give the Capitol citizens enough time to watch district 4's reaping while we're herded into the pens like cattle being prepared for slaughter. Two of us are, anyway.

I walk over to our small kitchen. All it consists of is a sink, fireplace, a cupboard, a worktop and a small rack of different sized pots. It may be small but it's one of the cleanest in our district. My mother takes pride in our house looking at its best, even though we're the only ones who ever see it. I grab a small roll. It's hard and stale, but at least its food, and anyway, I don't think I'd be able to eat much else. Just as I finish it, the door to my parents room opens and my mother walks out, into the small living area where I now stand, carrying a pale blue dress.

It's simple, not much more than a piece of material, but it means a lot to me. My mother's quite young; she went through the reapings just like I have to now. At her fifth reaping she wore this simple blue dress. Now she wants m to wear it. Silently, she hands it to me and I walk into mine and Kate's room to wash and change. She's asleep all the time I'm in there. That's one of the things I envy about her, she can sleep through anything. I look at the shabby clock on the wall. It's time she got up, so I gently nudge her until she stirs. I hand her a roll, not quite as hard and stale as mine, and a neat white shirt and skirt in the same shade of blue as my dress, what I wore to the reaping when I was 12. She eats the roll before slipping on the clothes. All too soon it is 1:30p.m. Time to go to the reaping.

We say goodbye to mother as the square is too crowded already for her to come and watch, and father is out trying to get a job. He's in such a desperate need for one that he doesn't even say goodbye to his daughters on reaping day. As we step out of the house I grab Kate's hand, not wanting her to be separated from me during the short walk along the crowded street to the square.

When we reach the square, one of the many peacekeepers stationed at the entrance checks us off his list and directs us to the correct pens.                                    
I take Kate down to the other 12 year old girls at the front and whisper to her "Your safe. I won't let them take you away! Just be brave... for me". Before she has a chance to reply I'm rushed off to my own pen with the other 16 year old girls.

Just as I get there, the Mayor steps onto the stage at the front of the square and introduces our escort, Anastasia. She has orange hair, but not bright orange, more f a pale peachy colour but defiantly not a natural hair colour. Her puffy dress is the same shade as her hair. Soon she starts talking into a microphone, but I don't really pay any attention to it. Probably just the same speech as every year. The one about the rebel uprising that caused today to happen. My suspicions of that are confirmed when the video clip plays. It's played every year after the speech, never anything different, and I'm sure that only the 12 year olds pay any attention to it.

As soon as the video clip ended, Anastasia bounded over to one of the two glass balls that sat on the long table on the stage.

"It is now time to choose one courageous young man and woman to compete in the 74th annual Hunger Games!" she said, a line I'm pretty sure all of the escorts say to the various districts."Ladies first!" She sounds so... jolly about sending two kids off to their death.

She swirls the papers around inside the ball before picking one of the tiny pieces of paper. As she unfolds it I pray that it's not Kate's only slip. I needn't have worried as she reads out the name Tiffany Sparks. Me.

I stand still for a moment to take in what just happened before the peacekeepers direct me towards the stage. As I walk up the stairs Anastasia takes my hand and leads me to the centre of the stage. The other girls look relieved, but I don't really notice them as I am busy searching for Kate in the crowds. I see her, tears trickling down her face as she screams out for me. I turn away, knowing that I can't afford to show I am weak; that I have to be strong as, in some ways, the games have already begun for me. I'm hardly paying attention as Blaise Tanser is called up as the male tribute. I know he's 15, the same as me. He's quite popular as well, but not particularly smart. We shake hands before being herded into the justice building by our peacekeeper guards. I'm directed into the room that I assume I will say my final goodbye's in.
i think it's right to put this in horror... i mean a bunch of teenagrs thrown into an arena to kill eachother for a TV shw .... pretty horrific to me :)

This is my first actual fan-fic and i spent most of today writing it .... it's roughly 1,190 words... ... and this is just part 1 ... comment and fav if you like it so I'll know if you want more :)

anyway ... this is a fan-fic ... all the characters and stuff belong to Suzanne Collins except Anastasia and Kate and I also gave the district 5 male a name and gave Foxface a proper name :)

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it is nice fiction