Hey everyone I know if you follow me I've been away for a LONG time and for that I am sorry. SO sorry but I hope to get you another chapter for The childhood that led to something soon. I've been away in college and have started a new chapter in my life and have been a little crazy around me. Anyways I know I mainly do Harry Potter Fanfics but I thought I try something new. This story has been in my head so months and so I thought I will let it out and see what you guys think. So please enjoy and review at the end!

Chapter 1

"What do I do now Katniss" asked the weary voice of Roy Hawthorne. It was the 74th annual Hunger Games, and The Capital and Panam were minutes if not seconds away to having there victor. I had volunteered for whatever unlucky girl that was chosen this year, because of Roy being reaped. I knew from the moment that Roy name was reaped I was on a suicide mission.

"You do what they tell you to do Roy. You live, you go home to your family" I said not looking at him but forward. The arena in which we have been forced into will be the last place I see.

"Roy, when the gong goes off and they announce you as the victor I want you to get on the hovercraft and go home." I said as I started walking into the forest part of the arena.

"Where are you going Katniss" he yells to me as I know am on the rim of the forest. I turned back to him, for the last time and look. The only thing I could think was that he looked so much like Gale when he was 14. I smiled at him and answered.

"Home" I said and turned my back to him for the last time. I headed into the forest, where I knew would be the place I want to die. Maybe 100 meters into the forest I stopped and sat down in the moss and leaves that littered the ground. The forest of my home was miles of way I knew that but at least I can be in a place that was similar.

I took out the plastic pouch that was in my pocket for most of the games. Took out the contents and held them in my palm. Nightlocks, the blackberry That my father and uncle as a little girl told me never to touch or eat. The accident in the berry will kill you before it even get to your stomach.

This to me was the best way not only for me but for my family back home for me to die. I stared out into vast forest around me, I looked up and sitting on a branch of a tree was a Mockingjay. The beautiful blue and white bird started at me with deep sad eyes, as if it knew what I was about to do. I whistled the four note tone my father used to whistle to them when we were in the woods. The Mockingjay and others that I couldn't see sang the tune over and over. The notes of my childhood assaulted me from all around, and I knew I was ready.

"Goodbye my little duck, never forget that I love you" I spoke up into the trees.

"Goodbye mother, please remember what I said, and be there for her"

"Goodbye Posy, Vic, I'm sorry I can't be there to see you grow up."

"Goodbye Hazel thank you for being there to talk"

"Goodbye Mage thank you for being a friend" I said, I took a deep breath and said the words that I myself had been denying for years. But seeing what I was about to do I need to say them now.

"Goodbye Gale, please keep the children safe, and know that I have always loved you" I said and with the tune of the Mockingjays still going I closed my eyes to the world and popped the berries into my mouth.

I woke up in cold sweat for the millionth time in the past eleven months. That's what it's been eleven months since I died in the games, or so I though. You see apparently anyone that dies in the game of a natural cause (e.x. disease, hunger, infection,or suicide) they give you a second chance at life. I had woken up two days after I had "died" in a white room. In front of me was the Gamemaker and Priestden Snow. They had told me about my second chance, but when I ask them if I could go home they only said that I was no longer Katniss Everdeen from District 12 but I was Isabella Swan from the USA.

The week off the games and when Roy went home to 12 they sent me off with the other tribute that died of the Nightlock ( Lily who I call Foxface) to America. The Unite States of America was located right beside us. We have shared the same content for centuries. Panam is in the Place of which some country called Canada use to be.

Anyways they sent us off to America to a small town of Forks, WA. I live with a former tribute from the 52nd Hunger Games, Charlie Swan, he is to be my "dad". I have lived here since then and have not gotten any word from The Capital, nor did I think I would. Lily, the other tribute, and I have have been enrolled in high school. Before we went though we were taught many things about US teenagers, and let me tell you US teens to District 12 teens were nowhere on the same planet.

For the first few weeks of our time in Forks, I learned so much. It also helped that The Capital had created some sort of device that they inherited in our heads before we woke. That gave us information on every subject before the grade were going into. It also for me had the mechanics to drive a car (in which they gave me). During the weeks before we started school Lily and I were taken to some Capitol building where they pretty much had us in the hands of some design team.

I looked nothing like I use to after a week in their hands. I had a whole new wardrobe, in which coming from District 12 was hard for me to take. They also gave us a whole new life background. For instance my father is Charlie Swan, but for the past 17 years I lived with my mother Renee Drawer in Phoenix, AR. Recently she have gotten married to a minor league Baseball player and have decided to go on the road with him. I chose not to go and decided to go live with my father for awhile.

I started school in September as Isabella (Bella) Swan, I was a 18 year old Senior at Forks High School. I remember the first day like walking into the Capital for the first time. They looked nothing like people at my school did but they at least looked nothing the Capital people thank god.

Anyways after been at the school for two months, I had finally made some friends. Though they aren't like other people, you see I being really curious and smart, had discovered the they weren't even humans, their vampires. The Cullen family, the "father" was Carlisle Cullen (and the oldest), "mother" Esme Cullen (3rd oldest), and there "kids" Edward (2nd oldest), Alice (no one knows, adopted by Cullens in 1948) Jasper (again adopted in 1948), Rosalie (4th oldest), and Emmett (the youngest).

During the first few weeks of school I got to know them really well, and soon had found out there secret. They've accepted me well enough, and soon became my friends. Alice, the most annoying thing on the planet, my somehow my best friend. Jasper, her boyfriend, and I don't really spend much time together, because he is still trying to get a hold of his blood lust. Roselie a bitch who doesn't want anything to do with me. Edward's a nice guy and reminds me a lot of a boy back home named Peeta Mellark, though he and I are nothing more than just good friends. Carlisle is great and very caring, I can't help but love him, and Esme is much the same. There are times that I do wish the Esme could have been my mother she would have been a better one for Prim and I.

Lastly there's Emmett, who is believe it or not is my uncle. Yup by blood and everything. You see when I was two my uncle left the district, ran off into the forest and never turned back. My father was devastated and so was I seeing I was so close to him. My father believed that he made a new life though, that he would have done something good for his life. Though everyone in the district believed he was dead, my father always had hope.

Emmett doesn't know who I am. For only being two at the time I still have a remarkable memory of him. The reason I got so close to the Cullens in the first place was because of Emmett. Though I look different, seeing as I'm not 2 feet tall with little pigtails, I still had hope that he would think I looked familiar. He hasn't said anything to me, about recognizing me or anything. But I still have to believe that he somewhat does or suspects, I mean I'm from the Seam and most of us all have the same sort of features. Brown hair, grey eyes, olive skin, we all look the same sort of.

I can only hope that one day he does remember me, but until then I can only be a friend. I can't let the Capital people know who he really is, or else I may lose him again. Plus if he gets caught, I'm pretty sure Rosalie would kill me. So that's my life now hoping that my uncle remembers me, abiding by the Capital rules, and missing my family terribly.