I woke up to the sound of beating.

I walked towards my window, and quietly looked out into the morning.

A peacekeeper was beating a girl, as she screamed in pain. I narrowed my eyes to try to get a good look at her.

I soon realized that it was my sister.

"No! STOP!" I shrieked as I stood in front of her.

"GET OUT OF THE WAY!" The peacekeeper snapped, as he grabbed my hair and threw me onto the ground, "I am taking orders from President Snow himself. If you have an objection, I can kill you right now!" He yelled, as he held me by my shirt. I could smell his disgusting breath, and nearly gagged on him.

"Thats my sister." I choked out, as I felt tears sting my eyes.

"Do you think I care? Get out of here before I beat you too." He laughed as he threw me on the ground once again.

And that was the last time I saw my sister.


I slowly sipped the murky water in my cup.

Today is the reaping.

I hate it. I hate this world. The kind of world where their leader treats them like crap. I wish I could leave, and never come back. If I did, I would be tortured.

I slammed my cup on the wooden table.

"Clove, please." My Father said as he stared at the floor.

My Father lost my Mother when a fire started. I never really knew my Mother, I was a baby when she died. My Father was always depressed as I grew up with him, but ever since my sister Luthera was killed, he got worse.

A few months ago, I found him in his bedroom, a knife pointed at his neck. I caught him just in time, but from then on, I never let him out of anyone's sight.

A few years ago, I joined the Academy in order to get the money to pay for a special medication from the Capitol for my Father. It's supposed to help him get better. I then was kicked out for beating another girl to death in my training room.

She criticized my sister.

The siren went off, and my Father jumped in his seat.

"Come on Father, I believe its time to go." I sighed, as I grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of his seat.

When we arrived, I walked him to the adult section, and told him to stay put.

I walked into the big crowd of other terrified children, and met up with my best friend Megera.

"Hi." She said softly as we walked towards the line.

"Hey." I sighed.

I walked up to the desk, and felt a sting on my finger.

I then walked into the 15-year-old section and felt a huge lump in my throat as Christia Bempletom's voice filled the stadium.

"Good morning boys and girls. Welcome to the anual 74th reaping. Please enjoy this wonderful tape from the capitol itself." She as everyone stared at her fake smile.

Everyone turned the heads toward the projection, and became mesmerized.

"The Hunger Games is what brings Panem together, and keeps everyone happy," The voice on the projection mentioned. What happiness? Oh, the happiness in the Capitol. Not the District's happiness.

"Now since that wonderful presentation is over, we can now get started with what we are all here for," Christia blabbed, "Ladies first!"

All the girls around me held their breaths, and so did I. Everyone watched as Christia stuck her metallic nails into the glass bowl. She dug it all the way in, and pulled it out, along with a white slip of paper. All it is, is a white slip of paper, one that everyone is terrified of. She unraveled it.

"Clove Sevina."

Everyone looked at me. I felt my heart stop. All I could here was my head pouding. I tried to move, but I couldn't. My legs weren't working. A few peacekeepers grabbed my arms, and dragged me up onto the stage.

"Clove!" I snapped back into reality as Christia yelled my name. I shook her hand, and looked out into the crowd of relieved girls. I wish I was one of them. I searched the 17 year old section for Meg. I finally found her.

He face had anxiety written all over it, along with a few stray tears. She mouthed something, but I couldn't quite make it out.

"Now for the boys!" Christia squealed.

She slipped her hand into the other bowl, and pulled out a slip. She unraveled it once again.

"Tristian Sloth,"She said as she looked into the crowd.

"I volunteer!" Another voice shouted. Soon enough, a muscular blonde boy was standing on the stage. No emotions whatsoever.

"Whats your name?" Christia asked.

"Cato Larek."The boy responded.

Authors Note:

So what do you guys think? I kinda wanted to make this, I have wanted to for awhile now. Yes, their will be some sort of love triangle going on, don't worry. I hope you guys like this, and tell me if you want another chapter. I was kinda seeing if you guys would like this so if you do, just make a review saying yes! Love you.