---- Ok I just finished The Hunger Games. It doesn't tell much about District 13 (after all, THG is only the first in a trilogy) so as the other books get published, all this could come back to totally contradict me. But I hope for the time being, at least, this story is to everyone's liking! ---

I sat curled up in the corner of my bedroom.

Not very long ago now, my family had been one of the richest, most successful families in all of District 13. Which is a marvelous feat, when you really think about it. But now, after many long and tiresome years of war – years of betrayal, muttations, and death – my family was nothing. Wealth was no longer a factor. Everyone weighed in at the same level.

Except those connected to the Capitol. Because those connected to the Capitol were the ones pulling the strings. Were the ones who were winning. Were the ones whose lives continued on as normal, with only a minor disruption in their every day happenings. The Capitol was confident that they would win.

And now, despite not being on their side, so was I.

It seemed completely hopeless. How could any of this even continue any longer? My family, with hunger inhabiting our stomachs endlessly, with our house large and grand but devoid of any joy within it – indeed, we didn't even pay rent for it anymore. But no one came to collect it, either, so that was that.

We were the farthest away from the Capitol. Was that good or bad? A help or a hindrance? It certainly had failed to keep us away from the rebellion – the people of District 13 wanted change just as much as anyone else…or at least, they had.

I was born into the rebellion. It had been raging three years before, and now it continued to rage, thirteen years after.

I hugged my skinny legs to my boney body. Outside a bomb went off and downstairs, where the leftovers of my family hid beneath the remainders of our kitchen table, I heard terrified screams. But I just couldn't scream anymore.

This had gone on my whole life. And I was no longer afraid.

I was furious.