I'm just 12. 17th annual hunger games. (Hungergames fanfic).

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Okay guys. Sorry it's short, but I wanted to get chapter one wrote and posted. Please let me know what you think, if you have any advice then I would love to hear it. Thank you for reading this.
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I don't have a lot of friends. Just my father, and a girl who is dying. Everyone else is scared of me. Well you would be too if you saw me in the training centre. The Capitol say it's illegal to train, but we do it anyways. If district 1&2 can, then why can't we. So that's exactly what we did.
We have 2 training centres. One for pre-trainers. (Children aged 7-11) that building is connected with the lower school, again for ages 7-11. I've just finished my time at lower school, and I am no longer a pre-trainer. As of today (my birthday was yesterday) I am a trainer, and I start higher school (ages 12-18). The second training building is connected with the higher school. It's more advanced, and you train individually, as well as in groups.

Here in district 4 you get given a job when you turn 10. These are the jobs you have until you die, or you're too old to do it. That is of course unless you're a victor of the hunger games. If you win, you no longer need to work. However, my father kept his job, even though he is a victor, and because of that I am partnered up with him. We go out on boats and fish with nets. I make them, he throws them out, and pulls them back in. But sometimes he lets me do the throwing, he teaches me. I'm the fastest at making nets. It's the only thing I really like about district 4. The fact that I can spend hours with my father, on a small boat that rocks softly from the current of the sea. Whilst making nets. I find making nets relaxing, you can put all of your frustration, stress and anger into the knots, to make a net. Once you are done the net if full of anger and stress it could practically be on fire, but then the net gets thrown into the salty water, and it cools down. Getting rid of those horrible feelings, leaving you feeling peaceful until the next wave comes along and hits you, handing the emotions back to you.

It's a cycle.