Deep in the Meadow, Hidden Far Away Chapter 1: Introduction, a hunger games fanfic

Deep in the Meadow, Hidden Far Away

Author Note: Wow.

Just...wow.

171 stories. I never thought I'd actually write so much for this site, meet so many amazing people, and realize just how much I've always truly loved writing fiction. Thank you all so much...for everything :)

So in a small celabration of all that's happened and as a little Thanksgiving present to you all, I'm doing a story (like a few have done already) about what might happen if the Hunger Games were actually real. I've made some changes to the names and stuff, and here are our glorious tributes! :D

Our glorious Tributes

District One female- Christmas Henax

District One male- Ralphi Rean

District Two female- May Jaim (Jaimee)

District Two male- Roberto Hamstien (Robert)

District Three female- Pearl Jewe

District Three male- Cheyynne Jackson (BookWorm4Life)

District Four female- Eillac Railb (Me :))

District Four male- Dusty Abernath

District Five female- Colemet Kickshrub (Colement Millna)

District Six male- Liam Neand

District Seven female- Erudite Dauntlessaty (Erudite-Dauntless Girl)

District Seven male- FlapJack Bryr (Jack ;))

District Eight male- Ma Junes

District Eight female- Mosely Harrison

District Nine female- December Winta

District Nine male- Dillion Cleka (Loosely based on my older bro)

District Ten female- Nichole Yean (GleeShadow)

District Ten male- Sontal Johnson

District Eleven female- Samie Windlolly (Fearless Katniss Everdeen)

District Eleven male- Collan Windlolly (Collin)

District Twelve female- Clairey Falls

District Twelve male- Ranway Gia

Christmas

Perfection.

Is it really that impossible to obtain?

They say that if you chase perfection, you will obtain excellance. Valentine certainly has alway had a knack for said perfection, with her beautiful face and her flawless grades, talents, and life. Mother and Father adore her much more than they ever will me, and she is so nice, caring, and beautiful, it's hard not to want to be just like her. Her face is plastered everyone in town, and she's also gotten quite the reputation for being a ruthless killer.

Basically, she's absoutely perfect.

But who am I?

I am her little sister, the one who quietly sits in the back in the room and watches Valentine steal the show constantly. I play the piano for hours and hours every day, especially when there's no school, and I sing quietly to myself. Time has formed a shell that makes me reserved and shy, and I have adapted to the shell at this point. I know I'm never going to be anything great like her.

Maybe if I go in the Games, though...maybe I'd be amazing for once, even for a flash in time.

Raliph

It's not fair.

Everywhere.

My face and entire bare body is everyone.

I've got everything I could want and plently more than I should have. I have handsomeness that charms and sends fear into the girls; I haven't bee virgn for years. Everybody loves my singing and dancing, and how I will love any girl. I am famous, rich, and beautiful, and everybody loves- loved- me.

But now a picture of one serious hot night went viral, and now I am screwed.

I want to die.

May

I curl up in the corner.

Being from District 2 and tall, I am natural killer, which makes the District of me. But honeslty, when the training/battle lights go out, I prefer to be alone and do things on my own terms and standards. My 'real' parents and I are enimies, so being with godparents both is relieving and slightly tinted with awkwardness. My boyfriend is constantly over, but when I am locked away in my room, they hardly bother me.

My boyfriend.

He's all I really need, other than my other friends. As long as I have those four and him, I have my reasons for staying alive, and I won't stop fighting through my life.

Roberto

Without my D.C., I have almost nothing.

It's a way to escape for me, and it is the only way. To game makes me strong and keeps me alive, and without my games, I am only an empty shell, Sure, I make crude jokes and wrestle a little, but still. To escape from reality is like a blessing, and I take the oppertunity each time I get.

Without escape...I am nothing.

Pearl

My name implies something beautiful.

I am nothing beautiful.

There is a monster in the mirror constantly looking at me. Not only on the outside, but on the inside, this monster is eating me alive. I am constantly hounded by the guilt of what I did to Jewel and to my parents. I live in constant nightmares, ones of my family, especially of Jewel and Rube. Back in my mistake, we were all relatively close. And then Rube tried to kill my parents, and I was forced to pull a gun.

But not after he raped our sister to death.

Her small body amongst the blood and ashes is an image that will haunt me forever.

Cheyynne

There are methods of death; many methods.

Ever since my boyfriend died, I've known that I am going to set myself up for death somehow. I'm the one who tried to run with him years ago, and he was caught because he was protecting me.

Alex became a Avox that day.

Now I live in District 3, not the Capital. My brillantly blue hair strikes out against the blondes and light brunettes of the ground, and my eyes are too aime liked. I am both admired and hated, but the later is how I feel about myself. Honestly, I should've become an Avox, not him, and then I would be tortured for my huge mistake of costing him with my foolish idea.

At the Reaping today, I'm going to volunteer as a boy after the girl is reaped.

For Alex's sake.

Eillac

As always, I am writing.

It's always been a way I've loved to express myself and creativity. Writing and hanging out with my friends has always brought me joy, but sometimes it seems to get in the way of my family. My mother, stepfather, and little brother, Jason, seem to be distancted from me, and my father and stepmother seem to think I spend too much time on these things; my oldest brother, Adame, is never around as he loves his wife. The only person who honestly gets me is my second oldest brother, Dec. He always holds me when I cry and supports me, no matter what mistakes I make.

I love him so much.

If there's nothing else in the world, I know that I have him.

But I love my entire family, honestly. Without them, I have no idea where I'd be, and if I'm gone, I know that they will mourn over their loss of me, at least for a little while.

A little while, at least, is something.

Dusty

R.I.P.

Some many people wish that upon their loved ones, for them to be happy in wherever they ended up in the afterlife. But the way my sister died, I doubt that she'll ever have any peace, just by what wonderful things she did. That means I have to bring her peace, so her soul can ease and be avenged. It won't be hard for me to do that for her, though: All I have to do is win the Hunger Games.

December was killed in the Final Three seven years ago in the 33rd Annual Hunger Games by a District 11 boy desperate for food. Ever since her death, I've pushed myself over the edge to the point where I am trained and ruthless murderer to as good as I even will be. My parents distanced themselves from me, their theory probably being that if they never loved me, they couldn't loseme, and I won't have their support this year or any year.

But I'm going to win.

Colemet

I stay hidden away in my room, staring out of my window and watching the sunrise.

It's true that I wasn't always this distanced. Time took a toll on me and so did chronic depression, so now I don't really like trying to soalize with my broken family. Ever since Mother died from a plague and Father fell severely ill, my older sister hasn't had much to do with me. She spends every waking hour away, leaving me to take care of our dying parent and take walks in the cleaner parts of this district.

There is no more I want to do than spread my arms and fly away, let all of this pain just disappear, and for me to finally be free...

Faction

I rip up the letter from my parents the second I get it.

In all honestly, I don't give a crap about them anymore. They were always too busy making love and going on honeymoons to actually care about me, so I raised myself in a District who didn't love me, just like they never did. Now that I'm going into the Games, they want to act like they care and that they'e sorry.

But they're not, so why should I care?

December

Trying to be a mother when you're twelve sucks.

But it's not really my fault. My parents were two suicdials who somehow met among the stars, and they always seemed happy to myself and my two older sisters. Summer was always so positive and helpful, and Autumm was more shy and reserved, yet very loving. As for myself, at the youngest, I was like the most innocent and adorable, so we were all a pretty darn happy family.

Then Summer went into the Hunger Games and was killed in the Final Five.

Our lives all plummeted from then on. My parents commited suicide not long after the cannon, and Autumm became severely depressed and suicidal as well. If I wasn't there, she probably would have ended her own life very quickly after we saw our older sister in a coffin, returning to us. I became her caretaker, helping her function and hoping she wouldn't die on me and leave me alone.

But I'm having to be her mother, when she's sixteen and I'm twelve.

For whatever reason, I find that jacked up and depressing.

Liam

My life by the motions:

Get up.

Eat breakfast.

Avoid dad.

Go to work in the factories until the sun has been down for hours.

Come home.

Eat diner.

Not fight dad beating the crap out of me.

Go to bed.

I'm tired of having to go through the motions. In all honestly, my life absoutely sucks. And if death means something different can happen in my dull, silently tortured life, then so be it.

Erudite

Many people claim they have a sole reason to live.

I have two.

Emmi and Eve are the most amazing little sisters in the entire world. With their long golden hair and innocent smiles, they're adorable twin four year olds, and I love to pieces, just like they love each other and they love me. Mother was beaten to death by our sperm doner, which made me they're protecter as well as my own. It's been hard, trying to raise them and keep myself alive, but their happiness is worth it.

It's always totally worth it.

FlapJack

A quest.

I've always known I was made for adventure; it just hasn't happened to me yet. But I've got a feeling in the pit of my gut it's going to happen very, very soon, and I can finally try to find my sister. She was younger than me, just by a year, and even since my parents divorced, she's been missing. Even though we were babies when it happened, I still miss her and want to meet her.

Perhaps today will be the day.

Mosely

"You only live life once."

That's what Marley always likes to tell me when I shy away from the other children or don't want to go out. While I agree with her, I always don't see myself being as outgoing as she always has been. I'm more of the girl in the back, the one who will giggle nonesense with her friends but can't get too loud for fear she will get much unwanted attention. My shyness is kind of painful, yes, and the thought of murder is...well, unthinkable.

But if I go into these Games, it's going to have to happen if I'm ever going to come home.

Markus

She's beautiful.

Wow, she's beautiful.

I watch with a drooling mouth as the two Harrison sisters leave the school. Today is the day before the Reaping, but I am not afraid like everyone else. Instead, I just stare after Mosely as she walks, at her sister's side as always. With her long straight red-brown hair and brillant vibrant blue eyes, she is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and I have to admit I've fallen hard for her.

If she's to go in the Games, I'm going with her and making sure she wins.

Miley

For a girl from the Bread Basket of Panem, I am relavtively famous.

My singing voice is unqiue and enchanting, which makes the people here beg me to sing and bring comfort. I guess I don't mind, since singing is pretty cool, but I'm not a big fan of people in general. If it were up to me, I'd give up my vocal chords for some other so they'd all leave me alone. Sometimes I consider suicide, just so I get away from this bull crap.

But I don't.

Only for the only person who's still alive in my family, my grandmother.

Only for her sake.

Dillion

Everyone has their way of movng on.

Mine is getting laid with every girl in the District, and then some. I love them for about a month, and then I move onto another. Even though I do this, I'm relatively unnoticed by everybody, including my own family, so I'm cool with doing what I do. Janet broke my heart when we were fifteen, and she turned me into what I am today.

She's the only one I'll ever truly love, bt she attacked me and then killed herself.

So is true love really worth my time anymore?

D10

Nikki

Nobody truly knows what loniless is until you've watched the one person you've actually cared about die.

My little sister was beat to death by my demon mother, and my father just watched it happened. He never stopped the constant abuse, and I am now forever alone. She is gone and I couldn't save her, and now my heart's destroyed. When a big death happens in the District, it doesnt faze me, and I am always walking in a miserable, empty shell. There is no pain, yet so much it's overwhelming.

I will never love again.

Sontal

"Now, don't you go and die in the Hunger Games!"

Maybe she had good intentions, but for once, Grandmother can't make something happen just by telling my sister or I do that. Sonmet is as annoyed as I am with her constant demands, but we're scared to death that we'll be picked, especially that both of us may be reaped and forced to kill each other and twenty two othes if one of us will be able to come home.

Fear.

Maybe that's the best way to describe my own life.

D11

Samie

A better influence.

That's all I've ever wanted to be to him.

Collan knows my cover story, just like everyone else. On the surface and surface, I'm the quiet girl who loves to listen to music. Underneath said surface, however, I have my share of secrets. I have to chase down demons even in my waking hours, and my only escape is my music blaring in my ears constantly. I live in fear and hope; it's quite bittersweet.

But I don't want him to go through the same thing.

Collan

I'm a genius and I know it.

Actually, no I don't. People always woo over how smart I am, but I'm a complete and utter fail when it comes to common sense, I'll be honest here and now. Even Sam finds me smart and knows I see things most people don't see, but all the same, I feel awkward and I feel exposed in the world constantly. Half the time I feel unloved, and I stay outside and busier than most people are forced to here.

She isn't the only one with secrets.

D12

Clairey

Exotic.

Many people die to look exotic in the crowd, to stand out and be noticed, making them popular and happy. But with my long vibrant blonde hair and emerld eyes, I stand out too much in the Seam. I'm introverted; I want to be left alone.

But I'm the most popular because I'm beautiful.

Honestly, when I look in the mirror, all I see is a shallow monster.

Ranway

I'm not sure what my parents were thinking when they amed me what they did.

But my name is accurate.

Since I was seven, I've constantly been trying to run. Not only from my home, but from my District and Panem as a whole. I hate these place and how we're forced to live, and if death means escape...it deoesn't bother me. As my mom would say, I am a rebel with a good heart and large stubborn/bipolar streak.

It's going to be the death of me and I know it.

But I'll be damned if I go down without a fight.

Author Note: A lot of the charector elements are fictional, don't worry, guys ;) But some are relatively true...but that's for me and the actual people to know :P R and R! ;)