Hey guys! So, this first chapter is super short, but it's really just in a tester phase right now. If it gets enough action, I shall continue it. Let me know what you think! Better title and review to come, but I had to put something...Disclaimer, all rights go to Suzanne Collins.

"Life isn't always fair". I've been living that quote out for the last 3 years. My name is Johanna Mason, and I am a victor. The common assumption people make when you win the bloody beauty pageant is that you'll have peace, happiness, and lots and lots of riches. While the last one is true, the other two are not.

I haven't had a peaceful night's sleep since the night before that wretched summer day when I was reaped. I was 17, and it was my second to last year of being put through the torturous waiting, hoping and praying that your name wouldn't be called. Unfortunately, that wasn't my lucky day.

I still remember the look on my parents and younger brothers' faces and they were dazed and confused. I had only had my name in the minimum amount for my age. The odds were highly in my favor. A few slips of paper with my name on it compared to a small bathtub of slips for all of the other girls in District 7.

It seemed impossible, and yet, it clearly wasn't. I took those first steps towards what everyone thought was going to be my imminent death. That is, everyone but me. I knew I could do this. I was strong, having worked in the woods since the time I could pick up a small ax.

I was raised very differently than all of the other girls, who grew up in school, and eventually working in one of the many small shops we had in our District. I had a secret no one else knew about. My father had been training us kids secretly, just in case this day ever came.

All we trained with was an ax, that being all we had. But we were experts. I could throw it any way I chose, and be deadly accurate with it. That was my secret, and only my family knew. Once I took my place on the stage next to our District escort, I looked their way. They knew I could do this. However, I needed a strategy.

As our escort was digging around for the unfortunate boy's name, I was plotting vigorously. I'm small and look very weak. I could use that. Make everyone think that I'm an easy kill for warm up practice. It would work, now I just had to convince the whole country.

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