Okay, I know I'm not the first one to come up with this idea (As soon as I came up with it I checked for others similar to it) but I really wanted to post this. And there's a twist, anyway.

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"Hey Katniss, wake up." I feel someone nudge me. "Bitch, wake up!"

"What the hell, Johanna?"

Usually, I'd be up before Johanna but I had a very tiring and stressful day yesterday. And I do not appreciate being woken up. Not like my sleep was good or anything, it has never been ever since I was forced in here, but at least it's a break from all the business and stress.

"We're going to be late. Today's testing day, don't tell me you even forgot that. You've been doing testings for like, forever."

"I only arrived here last year." I mutter, getting up. Johanna's older than me and has been in the "institution" longer than I have. They call it a school, but really, it's more of a prison. It's too manipulative, there's almost no freedom or privacy, and we're all tested on like lab rats.

"Yeah, whatever. Just get ready. I don't even know why I stayed in here for you." She says, running a hand through her dark hair.

Typical Johanna.

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"Name." The bored-looking Capitol woman with an attendance pad asks in her ever-so-strange accent. She's wearing clownish makeup, and her hair is very long, and standing up in a mohawk.

"Everdeen, Katniss." I automatically reply.

She makes me press my finger on the box beside my name. It lights up, turning green.

"Room 12-G. A doctor will be with you soon." She says, gesturing towards the hallway lined with benches. I sit on the bench outside Room 12-G, beside my friend Madge.

Okay, I guess you're wondering what this is about. Panem Institution For Magical Arts is where the Capitol forces 12-18 year old outsiders who have special abilities, like me, to go. The Capitol are these weird, manipulative people with strange accents. They don't really care about us outsiders, as long as we provide food, entertainment, and the like for them. They think that they're so mu-

"Lost in your thoughts again?" Madge asks me, interrupting my inner rant.

"Yeah." I reply.

Madge is one of the very few people I'm actually friends with in this place. We live in the same part of Panem, but she's in the more well-to-do division. She has blonde hair that's usually worn down.

It's silent for a few moments until someone calls her name along with two others.

"Undersee, Madge."

"It's my turn. You're next." She tells me as she gets up and steps in Room 12-G, where they're going to perform some tests on her. Madge can destroy your hearing and, and cause pain and things like that when she uses her power. It's sort of, a sonic scream? Which is weird since she's very quiet.

After around half an hour, three girls come out of the testing room, Madge is one of them.

"Everdeen, Katniss." My name is called with Delly Cartwright and another girl whose name I can't remember.

I go in the room and go to stall number one.

"Sit on the chair." A female doctor orders. I do what she says and relax. If it's even possible to relax. Testings have always made me nervous. "This won't hurt a bit." She tells me, getting a syringe. I'll just have to take some of your blood."

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Once the testing is over, I make a beeline to the cafeteria. I'm not really hungry, but I promised to meet Madge and Gale, my best friend, there.

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I ended it there because I didn't really know what to write next. Sorry for the shortness. Do you have an OC that you want to enroll? Do you have any suggestions for Katniss' or Peeta's power? Should I even continue this?