Authors Note: Sorry for starting with this. I know I literally started a new fanfic yesterday but I've got so many ideas that I'm just trying to write it all down. All will be in Cloves pov, like usual. I sort of saw a fanfic which had like 1 chapter that was simular to this. But it hadn't been updated in ages and I kinda had a simular idea. If it was your fanfic I am NOT stealing it. Basically the hunger games never existed, it was just an idea. People in Panem are either werewolves, vampires, witches/wizards, shadows (can turn invisable) or boxers (strong).

sword fighters - werewolves

knife fighters - vampires

bow and arrow fighters - witches/wizards

spearers - boxers

strength/brains - shadows.

Chapter 1

My name is Clove Furnham. I'm 15 years old. I live in district 2, panem. In panem there are werewolves, vampires, sourcerers, shadows and boxers. I'm a vampire. We're all more or less normal people but we often hate people who aren't our 'type'. Werewolves are strong and turn into wolves on the full moon. They're fast and athletic. Vampires like me, can turn into bats at midnight and hate sunlight. We're quick, stealthy and usually slim. Sorcerers are people who work with potions, are anti-social and like candy. Shadows are people who are strong or short and brainy. They can turn invisable and hide in the shadows. Boxers are people who are strong, fast but often end up a little lanky. Theres often fights.

The Capitol, the ruling district of Panem almost started a games but then decided that they wanted to effect more people but doing the same thing. Picking on kids. Every year all the 18 year old boys take a quiz and as do all the 12-17 year old girls. Then a new wife is founded from the girls and are given one year to have a child. Your name is tattooed onto your spouses arm. At the reaping everyone, including the future couple find out their spouses and are instantly married. Purple ink for a werewolf, red for vampires, green for sorcerers, black for shadows and grey for boxers. People are often matched with their own kind but it isn't promised. If you refuse to marry you become a slave to the Capitol, called an avox. A punishment worse than death. It's horrible, really. In the next 4 years I'll be married off to some guy. To think that today could change my life. To be frank it's quite scary. We're trained to not love and be heartless. That way you don't have to say goodbye to someone that you love.

I'm currently waiting to sign in. A girl about 7 people infront of me is called up and I inwardly in only takes a minute but I've been waiting here for 2 hours already. And I was early. An estimated 5000 girls are eligable each year and the numbers are getting higher as the quizzes get more accurate. The next girls called up and 5 minutes later theres only the girl infront of me. You come here in your normal day clothes and then get ready whilst waiting to take the quiz. I groan as the next girls called and I'm only a minute away from signing in. After what seems like forever ( 1 minute and 13 seconds but whos counting ?) I'm called. I walk up to the desk.

"Name?" The short tempered stubby, reseptionist (she's a sorcerer) asks.

"Clove Furnham." She types on her keyboard with a flourish.

"Age."

"15" she eyes me suspiciously but her records prove me right, it seems.

"You can go." She motions to a peacekeeper standing at a door and lazily passes me a card.

FURNHAM, Clove

15

no.286

I roll my eyes and walk off. Theres a hallway with about 30 girls. I'm led to a door where another 100-150 girls are getting ready. I get caught in a fury of clothes, hairspray and make-up. And that is not a good mixture.I take it that the girls in the hall are the next ones to go in. The quizes do take about 15 minutes each so only about 50 girls have gone since I've been here. Though some people are here a lot longer. I change into my new, puffy white dress. It has straps that rest on my shoulders and is slightly corsety on the bodice. The bodice has a light dose of glitter and the layers of skirts go to my knees. I pull my hair into an up-do. I sneek a peek at the board that says what girl is currently taking a quiz, signing in and then the same for the boys. The 380th girl is being signed in and the 204th girl is taking a quiz(There are 5 quiz rooms) I'm going slower than I thought. I put on some foundation, a natural eye-shadow and a pale rose board now reads that the 237th girl is taking a quiz. Girls 238-268 should be in the hall. I pull on some white heels and put on a layer of clear nail vanish. Not only will I be infront of all of District 2 but it's also televised all over Panem. When I'm done the 242nd girls taking a quiz. The 243rd - 273rd girls should be in the hall. Nearly me. I put on my sisters locket. My big sister, Callie commited suicide when she was paired with someone who abused her. i fear this day now. I put my hand on the object that I've now made invisable. It brings me good luck and hope. 248th girl. 249th-279th girls. I look around at the sea of girls. I take my things to a locker and slip the key inside my shoe. What? It's a safe place. 256th girl when I return.(257-287) It takes a long time, batteling with fearful girls, older teens adjusting their make-up, crying 12 year olds and girls who are 18 preparing themselves for their final moments of freedom. There garenteed a match. I realise that when the next girl goes in, I'll be joining the other anxious teens in the corridor. i check the board. damn. Time to go. I walk over to the peacekeeper and show him my card. I'm aloud intothe corridor where i perch nervously. I'd been in that room for at least an hour but then theres so much to do and what feels like so little time. Now time seems to drag on. 12 girls take a quiz every hour. So i've got over 2 more hours. If you ask me, this is poorly organised. I wish they'd gone with their game idea instead.