Hello! This is my first story on fanfiction, but I have read multiple great stories on this website. Now I feel that it is my time to write about one of my favorite characters from The Hunger Games. Please review and feel free to write constructive criticism, but don't be mean or offensive. The next chapter will be published in a few days. Thank you for reading my story!

Lethal Beauty: The 74th Hunger Games Through Glimmer's Eyes

Chapter 1 – The Beginning of the End

I roll over in my bed feeling the soft silk sheets rub against my legs. This is always the one thing that makes me want to wake up in the morning. As my eyes flutter open I look out of the window and see a group of three men wearing large vests filled with wires and tiny boxes with buttons and switches on them. They must be cameramen. The only time I ever see cameramen is on the day of the annual reaping. I slide my long legs over the edge of my bed and I shuffle over to the mirror in my bedroom. I stare into the small emeralds looking back at me. I have always loved the way my eyes look because the color is unusual for District 1. I feel that it is another way that I stand out. I shift my weight over to my left leg and strike a pose with my hands on my hips and my chin up in a confident looking way. I am practicing for my interview. I know I will have plenty of time for this in the Capitol, but it is fun to just pretend sometimes. I know it may sound childish and immature to you, but I don't care because I know that I am prettier and more talented than you.

"Glimmer!" My mother shouts from down stairs. "Breakfast is ready," just then is when I smell the smoky scent of burnt toast. Mom has never been talented at cooking, but at least I'm being fed. After one more look at my piercing eyes I go down the creaky wooden stairs. I take a seat in my usual spot at the round dinner table. The plate of blackened toast and scrambled eggs seems surprisingly appetizing to me after my long sleep.

"Are you going to volunteer for the games, Glim?" Asks my little sister, Jewel. Her shiny silvery blue eyes look at my questioningly. She seems concerned, but I don't know why. I would obviously win with my superior skills and I will have sponsors lined up for miles because of my attractive appearance. I grab her blonde ponytail and fell her soft hair between my fingers.

"Yes I am," I say confidently as I smear grape jelly on my toast. She gives me a look. A look that screams grief. "Don't worry! I will definitely win." I quickly finish the mediocre food and I almost gallop up the stairs. I sit down in front of the mirror and begin to get ready for the reaping. I need to look my very best because I will be on national television.

I arrive in the town square and gaze up at the large screens with different clips of people walking in and finding the places in the crowd. I strut over to the table where a lady wearing a white rubber suit grabs my hand, pricks my finger, and identifies me as Glimmer Spark. I flip my thick blonde hair out of my face and I come across my spot by the other seventeen year olds in the crowd. I get multiple compliments on my dress. It is a sleeveless black mini dress that goes to my mid thighs with a slightly unzipped zipper in the front.

"Welcome, welcome," says the District 1 Escort in a squeaky voice. Her name is Dalia and she is wearing a banana yellow pants suit with 5-inch heels. Her hair is up in a neon pink rats nest. Capitol fashion is very intriguing, but very comical also. "Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor." I wonder if she was given a script and she is reciting it verbatim because she says the exact same thing every year. "As usual, ladies first!" Her hand drops into the bowl like a hawk reaches into the water for a fish. Dalia clears her throat. "Diamond F–," she is interrupted by my loud and clear voice.

"I volunteer!" I stride onto the stage in front of the District 1 Justice Building.

"Ooh! A volunteer!" Says Dalia. "What is your name?"

"Glimmer Spark," I say confidently as I smirk at my family. I put my hands on my hips and wink towards the crowd. All of the eyes staring at my make me feel like a famous Capitol singer or dancer.

"Congratulations Glimmer!" I now am anxious to find out who my counterpart will be for the upcoming games. After waiting for I few minutes I find out it is a boy named Marvel. I recognize him, but I have never had a chance to chat with him. He is tall and lean, but no serious competition. I shake his hand and suddenly I'm pushed into the Justice building where I will say goodbye to my family. After being abruptly pushed into this small dark room with plush red velvet furniture I wait for my family. I lay my head back on the couch and I find a gigantic mural on the ceiling. It has all of the District 1 victor's faces on it. They are going to have to add my face to that in just a few weeks. I hear the door open and it is my family.

"I'm going to miss you!" Jewel says as she comes and hugs me. I wrap my arms around her small frame.

"I'm very proud of you Glimmer!" my dad says as he takes a hit from his cigar. "This is how I raised you!" My dad has always loved the games and he has sort of pushed me towards the idea of volunteering. My mom and sister have sort of been the opposite.

"Glimmer," my sister says in serious tone, "don't… die." She says. What feels like minutes, is probably only seconds. This question really shocks me and I don't know how to respond. I feel as though I have been jinxed by these words.

" I won't Jewel." I try to regain my confident voice. When I feel that I do I say, "you know me. I never lose." This calms her down. After a moment of silence the door flings open and I my family is removed from the room and I am alone again.

A short and stocky Peacekeeper leads me out of the room and brings me to a car. The sleek black car takes Marvel and me to the train station. The car ride lasts about three minutes, but our escort decides to tell us everything there is to know about the Capitol in the short time. I am surprised she knew that because she looks pretty stupid with her neon wig. I step out of the car and onto the boarding platform at the train station. I take one last look at my district.

I know I will be back to see it again.