Before we start I'd like to make a few quick points:
I'm British hence some spellings you may not be familiar with.
this is based on the idea of the hunger games but with my own things going on.
This goes without saying but all rights go to Suzanne Collins and The Hunger Games franchise.
Chapter 1, the change
I was perfectly happy. Life was good. I'd just finished a Starbucks coffee, and for once they'd gotten my name right, was Brooklyn that hard? I knew it was a place so surely people should know how to spell it. I always shortened it to Brook though; Brooklyn took too long to say in a rush. So back to the coffee, I was walking home from the train station enjoying the mild spring air. For once it was actually pleasant to be outside not an ordeal that would freeze your fingers off. I'd got to the end of my road now, it was quiet and sleepy this evening. There was an air of calm and tranquility. I didn't anticipate what would happen next.
I got to the front of the house, slightly tired from the long day out and pulled out my keys from my one of many bags and slipped it into the lock. I twisted it and stepped inside.
It was only later I realised that I hadn't stepped into my house, not even the neighbours. I'd stepped into a whole other world.
