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What if Katniss and Peeta won, but the rebellion never happened. The Capitol still overpowers the districts? The Hunger Games still happen? Meet Jasmine Jackson, who lives with her mother and three sisters. This is her story of the 79th Hunger Games. The Capitol is more powerful than ever, and a new tradition had been built. Every 5 years, there is a 'special' Hunger Games.

Chapter One:

"As usual, ladies first," said Tiffany Trinket. "This years female tribute for the 79th Hunger Games is...Jasmine Jackson."

My world stopped and froze, my head spun though, and I felt dizzy. I was going to die. I'd never be able to survive in that hell hole. I finally shook my head, and put on my poker face, determined not to cry or show any signs of emotion. Katniss Everdeen and her husband Peeta Mellark were stood at the stage, faces like stone, glaring at Trinket's back. Katniss was a family friend, and so was Peeta, but if the Capitol knew that, of course they'd be killed. They weren't supposed to be friends with us Seam people. I stepped out of my row and made my way to the front. I saw my mother there, crying, with little Jade looking confused, and Pearl and Em sobbing too. I gave them a small smile. Then I noticed my boyfriend, kicking and swearing and complaining and shouting and yelling and hitting and doing anything to try and get to me. I stepped up onto the stage and kept my face looking like steel. I knew I might last maybe a wekk or so, I hunted with Katniss every week and trained, because Katniss knew the Capitol's secrets. The real reaping happens miles and miles away, where they pick out a name in the privacy of President Manbuckle's home. Then, they put over 200 slips with the same name on, in the Reaping Bowl, and pull out the name they selected over a month ago. Its all a scam. She and Peeta have to go to the meetings now, and she found out earlier and trained me, whilst Peeta gave the boy, who's name Katniss wouldn't tell me, training. I'm fifteen years old and live a pretty good life, I have a boyfriend and Katniss is like my big sister and although I don't like but I was pretty sure I'd get some good kills in before I got murdered.

"Now for the boys," said Trinket, pulling me out of my thoughts. "This years male tribute of the 79th Hunger Games is... Louie Felton!"

"NO!" screamed my brain. "NOT LOUIE AS WELL!"

Just so your all up to date, that boyfriend I mentioned earlier, yeah, that's Louie. And if I was going to die, then he'd be able to move on, I knew that, because he was strong, but what if he dies and I win? I cant live without him, life isn't worth it! I wanted to slap the Capitol in the face, so hard it collapsed and fell to the floor screaming in pain, and then use a knife and chop it up slowly. Louie was a good person, he didn't deserve this. No way. I let one tear slip and smiled at him as he came over to stand next to me, grabbing his hand.

"You can say your goodbyes, everyone has five minutes each with them," finished Trinket and we were pushed slightly into the Justice Building, followed by Katniss and Peeta. As soon as the door shut, Louie walked up to me and kissed me for what seemed like ages, before Tiffany Trinket pushed us apart.

"Mr Felton, Miss Jackson, this is a Justice Building, not a bedroom," she said sweetly. "Kindly follow us into your rooms. Your visitors lines are cueing outside, we need to get rid of them so we can get away from these commoners."

I rolled my eyes and let her escort me to one of the damp, prison-like rooms an my mum and my sisters came rushing in, taking it in turns to serenade me with hugs, kisses and I love yous. I returned them all, with tears leaking from my eyes. I was about to tell them I would see them soon, but I didn't get to, because at that moment, peacekeepers came up behind my mum and shoved her and my sisters out. I screamed after him to let them come back in, but the tile I was standing on dropped and I fell onto a staircase, which I descended and found myself beside a window to a train that I could see Katniss through. I undid it and slid in, letting the window click shut above me as I snuggled into Louie's grip.