Welcome to Reality [A Hunger...

By monteydog

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Is it possible for the Hunger Games to be real, but just in a different life? When Katniss has a terrible inc... More

Prologue
[2] Welcome to Your Clique
[3] Welcome to School.
[4] Welcome to the Bottom of the Food Chain
[5] Welcome to the Truth
[6] Welcome to Normal High School Conversations
[7] Welcome to Midnight
[8] Welcome to the Mall
[9] Welcome to Trouble
[10] Welcome to the Hawthorne Household
[11] Welcome to the Magical World of Dating (*sigh*)
[12] Welcome to Friendship
[13] Welcome to Confusion
[14] Welcome to the Theater
[15] Welcome to a Healing Friendship
[16] Welcome to the Playground
[17] Welcome to Pre-Homecoming
[18] Welcome to the Best Night of Your Life
[19] Welcome to a World of Cute :3
[20] Welcome to Fun
[21] Welcome to Moments and Memories
[22] Welcome to the Exit
[23] Welcome Back, Kat
[24] I Hope You Enjoyed Your Stay
Epilogue (And a lot of thank yous)
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[1] Welcome... Home?

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By monteydog

Chapter 1 Welcome...Home? 

Katniss's Point of View

Am I dead? I think I'm dead. All around me is black, and my whole body is numb. Slowly feeling returns to my limbs, spreading up to my chest and finally to my head.

I open my eyes, and am almost blinded by the bright light coming in. Groggily sitting up, I look around. Where am I? The floors are made of an light wood, and an forest green carpet is on the floor in the shape of an heart. I can't tell what color the walls are, as they're covered in pictures of people with guitars and drums. Bands, I think. I lay in an twin sized bed with a fluffy grey and green comforter spread over it.

I quietly slip out of the bed, my feet hitting the cold ground. I'm wearing flannel pajama bottoms and a black tank top, but I don't really care what I look like right now.

I creep out of the room, to find myself in an short hallway with a staircase at the end of it. A couple doors lead off to who knows where, but I head straight for the staircase. As quiet as a mouse I make my way down stairs.

An intoxicating smell hits me. Pancakes. My mouth waters as I reach the end of the stairs, finding myself in a kitchen. A little girl stands in front of the stove, blond locks tucked into a ponytail, wearing a pink pair of footsies pajamas.

"Prim?" I croak. She whips around, and I'm happy to see the face of my little sister.

"Oh, hey. I didn't hear you come down." Prim smiles, flipping the pancakes she cooks. She's acting so normal. She looks over at me. "You okay?" She asks.

"Um, ya. I think." I reply uncertainly. "Just, uh, kind of confused."

"About what?" Prim asks. I don't know if I should tell her about my lack of memory or this place, so I quickly come up with something.

"Um, I'm confused because I don't know where mom is." I'm not exactly lying, I do wonder this. Prim gives me a odd look.

"She's at work, duh." Prim says, putting a pancake on one plate, and another on a different plate. She lays down a plate in front of me, and hands me a fork. I look at it for only a moment before digging in.

When I've eaten it all, which takes about three minutes, Prim tells me to go get dressed for school. School?

I stand and walk upstairs again to where my room supposedly is. I walk up to an oak dresser and pull it open. I choose a simple green t-shirt, a pair of black jeans, and some leather boots very much like the ones I had at home. Happy with my outfit I went back downstairs, where Prim had somehow gotten changed into a pink t-shirt and jeans.

"Should we go?" I ask.

"Well we probably should if we want to catch the bus." Prim nods, opening the simple wooden door.

We grab backpacks off the counter, Prim has a pink one while the one that's supposedly mine is black, and walk outside. The cold bit at my exposed arms as we waited on the curb for the 'bus', but soon enough I was sitting inside the big yellow monster.

I stared out the window as the bus drove along, wondering how the hell I got here. But my thoughts were interrupted by an voice ringing through the bus that was painfully familiar.

"They can't take away ROTC! That's, like, cruel! They already took away art!" The strong confident voice reached my ears. I whipped around and stared at the seniors, looking for the source of the voice. Then I saw him.

He looked different. His hair was buzz cut, and he wore a black sweatshirt with the words 'NAVY' written on them. But it was clear as of who it was. Gale.

I didn't know if we were friends in this... place, but I decided it best not to make a fool of myself. So I simply sat back around in my bus seat. As I looked back to the window I felt the seat shift under the weight of another person.

"Hey." Says the person whose sat next to me. Madge. She wears a white t-shirt with a pair of jeans, and black converse.

"Oh, hey." I manage through my surprise.

"You okay?" Madge asks as she pushes her grey backpack under the seat in front of us. I nod quickly, but Madge still looks unconvinced.

"I'm fine, really." I sigh. Madge simply nods and begins to talk about someone named Cato.

I don't listen. Instead I look at the passing scenery. Where am I? It seems like only seconds before Madge catches my attention again.

"Katniss," Madge's voice breaks through my thoughts. I look over at her, to see a line of people getting off the bus. "Come on, we have to go." She says. I nod and pick up my backpack, squeezing my way into the line of people getting off.

School. Great.

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