OC-Fest Chapter Two: In which Magical Teleportation (And Gale) is introduced

Megalor9 back again, with the latest installment for OC Fest, which I know you all love. So leave a review, right? I do listen to story suggestions if you have any. Or maybe I could use a beta, I don't really know. Again, reviews, favorites, and alerts will make me smile. And update :D

After I have published one single chapter, I've already had one of my friends bet money on this story, and whether or not I will finish it alive. I will survive, and if I do manage to finish this, I'll get a bonus from my friend. So let's get crackin'!

For added madness, please look on my profile, where I have a link to the Mary-Sue character test. I took the test for Anastasia, and she scored 100 out of xamount of points. But anything over 70 points was labeled as 'Irredeemable-Sue' O_o

DISCLAIMERS: I don't write characters this bad, except for this story. This is for laughs, not to make fun of any specific authors writing. I own nothing by Suzanne Collins.

'Till next update or better known as whenever I get bored writing SYOT chapters and decide to update this,

~Megalor9

Chapter Two

Someone just decided to magically teleport me into the Justice Building. I wonder who that was... A moment ago I was standing on the reaping stage, but now I'm here. In the Justice Building.

I just volunteered for the Hunger Games. And Gale... Gale was reaped. The only improvement to this situation would be to not go into a battle to the death. I'm sure Gale is saying goodbye to his family, and Katniss-Ugh, why do I even utter the name- and his friends. I know someone, her name is Demeter Angela Pryce Jaxon, she's my friend at school, she's probably saying goodbye to Gale too. The two of them kissed once, behind a slag heap. I saw it, too. But Demeter will never tell me what it actually feels like to be in love and kiss someone.

If she says goodbye to me too, I will force it out of her.

But first it's my father that comes in to say his final words to me. The mayor enters quietly, and speaks in about the same tone. "Why did you do it?" He asks.

"Because," I say, hoping that will be enough.

His voice is a sharp whisper now. "That's not good enough," he says. "Not a good reason to die."

I try and be honest. "I heard- I heard a voice in my head telling me to do it. It spoke in my head, and told me to volunteer. It said- It said I would be happy forever if I did it. It explained a plan to me. So I followed the voice. Who knows, it could have been giving me cosmic advice that would affect me whole future?" I say quickly. It may be a tall tale, but it is the raw truth of things. I heard something in my head tell me to volunteer so I could be with Gale.

"Really?" My father is speaking in a normal voice, no longer a whisper. "That sounds like a well-rehearsed lie to me. What's the real reason?"

"I told you the real reason, I just heard some magic words being said in my head. I think I'm supposed to win the Hunger Games. Plus, if your daughter won the Hunger Games, you'd be famous, right?" My father nods his head. I see I've got him baited, so I play up my deceptive, manipulating side. "Yeah, you'd be featured on national television. Wouldn't you like that?"

"Yeah, that would be amazing..." My father trails off as he envisions the thought of being on National TV. "Just... Just one more thing before I leave, honey."

"What is it?" I say, going back into a sweeter personality.

"I... I love you, sweetie," he says, embracing me in a hug, pulling at my dress.

"I love you too, dad," I say, leaning up to meet his hug. And I mean it all.

He pulls away, and motions to my neck. "You'll take that with you, right?" He means my token, the amethyst necklace that's lined with silver. "It's now your token, right?"

"Of course, Daddy, I'll take it into the arena with me. I won't forget you at all. Or anyone in District Twelve."

Peacekeepers come in and take my father away. One says, "It's time to go on the train, Anastasia. We allowed extra time for you and your father, because he's... well... the mayor, and we all know you're special. So time to go."

And I'm gone. Next thing I know, I'm sitting at a table. What is this sorcery? Teleportation again? Who keeps freaking teleporting me everywhere? At least I don't have to walk much anymore.

I'm sitting at a table much like the one in my own house, one with a fine white tablecloth on it, and appetizers already sitting out, ready for consumption. I carefully and gracefully take out some silverware that magically teleported into my hand, and begin to eat. The only other people I see are the mentor guy, the drunk one, Haymitch, who is passed out on a couch, and... gasp... Gale! Sitting on a different chair, a fine velvet one, looking out the window, and just holding something in his hand.

I try and walk seductively over to him, which is hard to do with a muddy dress. He keeps looking out the window, and once I'm closing enough, I see what he's looking at. Gale is looking at District Twelve fly by. We're already on the train, going hundreds of miles an hour towards the Capitol. He misses home, probably.

Smoothly as I can, which sadly is not smooth enough, I slide my hand down to grasp Gale's. And Gale almost leaps twelve feet in the air.

After sitting back down, he says, "Oh, it's you. That one girl with the long name."

Shocked at how he doesn't know my name, I immediately spit it out, sharply. "I'm Anastasia Darling Pumpkin Queen DiMare, just so you know."

"Oh, aren't you the mayor's daughter or something?"

"Yes," I say, rolling my eyes. I never anticipated it to be this hard to start up a relationship with Gale.

"Cool. Good luck, then," Gale says, and immediately gets out of his chair and starts to walk out of the train car. "I'm going to go shower before dinner. Does anyone mind?"

Yes, I mind. He just gave me the cold shoulder, basically! Who in the world has the right to do that to me! Though I would love to see him take a shower, I abstain from following him from the room. Instead, I turn on the TV, hoping to get a glimpse of my competitors. I could study their style, and maybe get an advantage on them.

The television starts with District One. I notice that Effie, the escort from the Capitol with the candy pink hair, has sat down next to me, and starts to talk to me. I just nod my head and instead focus on the TV. "From District One, the two tributes are... Glimmer Veina!" An extremely beautiful girl comes up on the stage, only coming second to me in natural beauty. Because I, obviously, am the greatest when it comes to fashion. "And we also have Marvel Diblasio!" Just an average looking guy is coming from One. But he looks a lot stronger than I am.

The girl that comes from District Two, Clove, is absolutely horrendous! None of her clothes match, and she doesn't cover any of the scars on her face. She's got cuts all over her body. But the guy- I gasp- is almost as hot as Gale. I make a note to talk to Cato during training. Because of what happened earlier with Gale... I'm losing hope that my true love will not love me back. So if that is true, then Cato might be a good replacement. I can only imagine what he looks like without his shirt on... I get lost in my own daydreams about Cato, and miss whatever was in District Three. I'm sure it wasn't anything major, I mean, come on, it's District Three, and they're all just a bunch of nerds, really.

District Four has one of the most striking sights. I see someone who even matches Glimmer, and is almost as beautiful as I am, for the female tribute. Her name is Amphitrite. How can so many perfect people get reaped this year? I shudder at the thought that her and Glimmer will be in the yearly strong group, and also have the ability to kill people.

Five through Seven show no promise, just weak kids, until I see the two from Eight, who look really strong. Almost as strong as someone like Cato or Marvel, but less confident.

Eleven has the greatest contrast. The guy, Thresh, is even more muscular than Cato, but definitely not as hot. He's got the same scarred look as Clove. The girl is a twelve-year old, Rue, who looks lain scared. But she looks so cute and naive, I can't help but love her. That's it, she's gonna be my ally, I think in my head. Because how could a little girl like her get killed?

Then I'm watching myself on TV, and I realize how stupid I must've looked. I hear a voice, not mine, but of that mean 'author' guy, saying, That's right, you were extremely stupid. That's what you're like all the time. But volunteering for someone else's sister? Katniss's sister looked like Rue, really, and didn't have the mean quality of Katniss. I've got to stop saying that name... Katniss, that is, not Rue.

The television program finishes with a couple of reporters looking at District Twelve. "I think the girl, Anastasia, was so brave for volunteering for another girl's sister, don't you? And, of course, she was extremely beautiful. I'd say we have a good stock of tributes this year, right? Maybe even a victor from an outlying District!"

I smile at the compliment. Of course, that's what most people say when they see me for the first time, but it's still nice that I'm being mentioned on national television.

"Well, that was exciting, but I think we should eat dinner now, correct? If we want to stay on schedule and be at the Capitol tomorrow, I suggest we eat now," Effie calls throughout the train car.

That's right! I'll be in the Capitol tomorrow!

EXTRA NOTE OF AMAZINGNESS: I know I should've made Gale instantly fall in love with Anastasia. *facepalm* I should've, but I have chosen not to, and make the romance story similar to Katniss and Peeta's.