HI GUYS! SO IM STARTING A NEW FIC ON TOP OF MY TWILIGHT ONE (BE SURE TO CHECK OUT). THIS IS OBVIOUSLY THE HUNGER GAMES FIC(WHICH I LOVE!). UPDATES WILL BE ONCE A WEEK. BE SURE TO REVIEW, FAV, FOLLOW FOR SNEAK PEEK AND SHOUT OUT'S. AND ALSO I DONT UPDATE UNLESS I GET 5 REVIEWS A CHAPTER. SO IF YOU WANT UPDATES , REVIEW!

HERE IS SOME BAISIC INFORMATION THAT YOU WILL NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THIS FIC. THIS IS AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE FIC. A LOT OF THE THINGS WILL BE CHANGED. MAJORLY. TECHNICALLY PANEM IS NOT THE KIND OF COUNTRY IT WILL BE IN THE HUNGER GAMES. THE REASON FOR THIS IS BECAUSE IF IT IS, THEN THE FIC WON'T WORK. PANEM WILL BE LIKE ANY OTHER COUNTRY, IT WILL HAVE DISTRICTS BUT IT WILL BE SET OUT TO ACT LIKE CITYS. THERE IS NO WAR, IT WILL BE LIKE YOU ARE LIVING IN NORMAL AMERICA. NOT VERY EXCITING BUT PLEASE STICK WITH IT. THIS IS PURELY ROMANCE AND HUMOUR!

HERE IS THE SUMMARY:

PROBLEMS IS THE CENTRE OF KATNISS EVERDEENS'S WORLD. FAMILY PROBLEMS, MARRIAGE, LOVE, MONEY. WHEN WILL HER ANGEL COME? TURNS OUT HE WAS JUST AROUND THE CORNER. BUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN HIS HEART IS NOT STRONG ENOUGH, TO LIVE?

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Chapter one

'I understand Mr Gold, but try to understand my problem... I must have the loan extension... please... I know the restaurant is centrally situated, but the competition is great Mr Gold...'

My mum, Lily Everdeen, was speaking, or rather pleading, to Mr Gold. He seems to be the person my mother asked for a loan. And the reason for a loan is because of our failing restaurant.

After Dad passed away, the entire responsibility of the family fell on her shoulders. But she never allowed us to feel the burden of her sorrows.

'Thank you... I...' It sounded like she was going to hang up. I decided I should reveal myself.

'I'm home,' I called out. I just came home from my morning run.

'Where were you?' She asked, carrying on as if that phone call never happened.

I walked in to the kitchen and answered 'Central park.'. 'Central park? Why?' She questions.

'To meet someone,' I replied coyly. 'Who,' she asks again, hoping if I 'found' someone.

'Your boyfriend' I joked, my mouth dripping with sarcasm. She laughed and lightly hit with me with the letters she was holding in her hand. I laughed along and grabbed the letters looking through them.

'Bills, bills, bills... Private and confidential?' I said incredulously, flicking through the letters and stopping at that one. Mum snatched the letter away from me.

'That's mine.' She dismissed. I figured if it was important, then she would tell me. Her footsteps trailed behind her as she walked to the sink and started washing dishes.

I looked down and saw another letter. The problem was it wasn't mine.

'Look at this,' I said, annoyed, as I walked to mum. I showed her the letter and carried on, 'This is Marie's mail. When will the mailman understand that we are the Everdeen's with the 'E' and Marie is the Everdean's with the...' I didn't finish the sentence because I noticed that mum's eyes were red and puffy. She was crying before.

'You where crying,' I stated, looking in to her eyes. She shook her head in denial and shot back, 'You where crying,'.

That caught me off guard, but I replied easily, 'No mum,'

In fact I was. Sometimes I like to sit down in a park and think about anything. Sometimes it led to a few tears being shed. But it kills me inside, just thinking about how Mum and I can lie to each other all the time. But it was part of the facade we put up to protect ourselves. Like a wall built to protect our minds.

I looked at the rest of the letters and stopped at the last one, which sent my anger to rage.

'Marriage bureau? What is this?' I accused. 'Don't look at me,' she refused, putting her hands up. 'Why don't you go ask your grandmother? It must be a way to find you a groom.' She said Grandmother in disgust.

'But I don't want to get married,' I whined. 'Why doesn't Gran leave me alone?' I complained, flinging the letter on to the table.

'Why doesn't she leave,' Mum joked. 'Mum,' I laughed. 'I have to talk to her, where is she?' I asked. 'It's 5 minutes to 8. Where do you think she is?' She answered. Realisation dawned on me.

'Right then, do you have any earmuffs?' I chaffed. She just laughed and sent me on my way.

My grandmother is called Vivian. She is my dad's mother, so naturally, everyone doubts it. Her personality is… interesting. Her hobbies are practically the use of criticism and to never hold back the truth. She will never sugar-coat anything. People stay away from her because they find her comments rude, so she's not social.

Except for Margaret and Bessie. They are exactly like Gran, so you would see why they are 'besties'. I swear they gossip like... well old lady's. One thing they always do together is sing. You would think a cat's dying and getting chopped up if you walked right pass our house. That's exactly the reason why we need earmuffs.

I've never seen a day when she never lived with us. So you can understand that my life is literally, a living hell. On top of that she has two wishes in life. One, I get married. Two, my mother dies.

So you can see that every time I come home from morning runs or classes, it's like walking in to a warzone. Fortunately I've survived without a scratch on me all these years, haven't I? But I have no idea about the mental scarring.

I was brought out of my musings when a horrible sound came to my ears. They were singing. The torture has begun.

...SO HOW WAS THE FIRST CHAPTER?

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