"Seventy-six years ago the districts rebelled against the harsh and cruel Capitol, a sign of bravery and intelligence. After a long and tiring battle, the districts finally fell to the power of the capitol. To severely punish them and prevent more uprisings, the Capitol bombed District 13 and started the Hunger Games: a game based off of survival and character.
"The rules of entry were that two children from each district between the ages of 12 and 18 were to have their names in a large bowl. It was supposed to be an honor to participate…
"However on the 74th Hunger Games, Katniss Everdeen rebelled against the capitol, allowing her and Peeta Mellark to escape with their lives.
"She and Peeta were picked again the following year, sending back into the arena together as one. Once again they miraculously survived…
"Once they escaped again, District 13- along with the other districts- fought the capital once again and this time was successful, dethroning President Snow in the process…"
Bleu closed her eyes. She had enough of this stupid textbook. She didn't need to be told that her home was a place of murderers or that her Grandfather was a dictator one more time she was going to scream.
Bleu KNOWS what the aftermath of the Hunger Games are. She and many other children from the Capitol now have to fight to the death in their own personal Hunger Games.
Just because she is Granddaughter of the dead President Snow doesn't mean she is a devil spawn or something. It just meant that she was raised differently.
She started to walk towards her mirror. If she was still in her old mansion, it would be pink and bedazzled. Now that she was a sure tribute in the next Hunger Games, Bleu had to live in a designated cell with nothing but a small bathroom, a tiny bed, and a tall, mirror with a bland gray as a frame. She had a picture she had brought from her old room with a photo of her and her grandpa.
She neared the mirror she peeked at her reflection. Her spiky blue hair was now flat around her head. The blue die had thankfully stuck in her hair except for the tips where you could see sprouts of natural blonde color. She had two swirly tattoos on her face and neck which, of course, had retained their color.
Bleu sighed. Now her frilly dresses were bland, gray tee- shirts and white pants.
Would her life ever be the same?
Well that was a big fat no. Her home was destroyed in the war along with her last bit of family- Grandpa Snow. Her best friend was also killed in the war leaving her with no home, no family, and no friends.
Well at least she still had her pet wolf, Astro.
Oh wait no she didn't. Just yesterday Plutarch Heavensbee himself took him away from Bleu.
"Can life get any worse?" she murmured quietly.
Yes. Yes it could.
End of Chapter 1
Should I write more?