This is a story about a girl named Vanda Aevin, a 15 year old girl from the Capitol. This is a story of her trip to the Hunger Games.

When I wake up the morning of the reaping, I feel as in a dream. There are thousands of children in the Capitol. Today, they will choose 24 of us to go into the 'Capitol Hunger Games', what they called it. It may be me, it may not.

My father died while defending our house from the rebels. My mother died while shouting my little sisters name (when she was a prisoner on the barricade) in front of the President's house. A rebel blew a fireball through her chest, and my sister, Daisy, died when the bombs went off. Me and a few others managed to hide.

I am now living in a small store where a nice lady called Purnia lets me live. She gives me food and looks after me.

She gives me again my breakfast, a toast with ham and cheese. After the rebellion, there's not much to live with. I dress into my best clothes, a light blue dress falling down to my ankles, with a little sparkly ornament of a butterfly on the chest. Purnia took it from the store.

We head out to the square. It changed since the last time I was here. There are no screaming people, blood, guns, bombs, corpses. Instead, there is a huge portrait of a mockingjay on the balcony of the President's house and a big stage in front of the house.

And there she is. I admire her but at the same time I hate her. She's the one who caused the death of my family. She's the one that was deciding if we will go to another Hunger Games. Although I don't know if she voted yes. She's wearing a black dress with small white wings attached to it, and feathers in her hair. She has a bow on her shoulders.

She is Katniss Everdeen, the Mockingjay.

Her husband, Peeta, is sitting on her right and their children, named after Primrose and Thresh, are sitting on their chairs. Primrose on Peeta's right, and Thresh on Katniss' left.

With them there are sitting behind the table Haymitch Abernathy, Enobaria, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta and President Paylor.

I see thousands of children, aged 12 to 18 lining up in sections depending on how old they are. And now the rules of the Capitol Hunger Games.

There will be 24 tributes. There are six parts of the Capitol:

1. The Square

2. Downtown

3. Capitol 1

4. Capitol 2

5. The Old Arena

6. The Gardens

From each part they will choose 4 tributes. Two girls and two boys. We will go through the same thing as the tributes from the districts. At the end, there will be one victor, who will choose what to do next with the Capitol Hunger Games, and will live in luxury for the rest of his days.

I go to the Gardens section. I meet a girl from my school, I think her name is Georgia, and we talk. She seems cool, even though I didn't talk to her much when we went to class together. We declare ourselves best friends, since we don't have anyone.

President Paylor steps in front of the microphone and starts her speech.

"Welcome to the Capitol Hunger Games. 24 of you will be chosen and sent into the arena, after you went through a week training and preparing. 6 groups, each made of 4 people, will have one of the victors as their mentor. Except miss Mellark and mister Mellark, who wanted to be together. And now, let's pick the tributes."

Annie Cresta steps up and says, "Children of The Square, I am your mentor and I will choose your tributes. Girls first."

She puts her hand into the bowl marked 'Girls', on the table marked 'The Square'.

"Our first girl tribute is… Jamie Vetin, 12 years."

Jamie steps up, shaking uncontrollably, and looks around. Annie puts her arm around her and whispers something. Jamie nods, stops shaking, stands up straight and just looks around.

"Our second girl tribute is… Sarah Nics,14 years."

Sarah squeaks. A soldier takes her up to the stage, because she is in such a big shock, she can't move. Annie does the same to her as to Jamie and goes back to call up the boys' names.

"The partner tribute number one to Jamie and Sarah is… Arnie Donkly, 18 years."

Arnie walks up, bravely, and stands next to Sarah. He doesn't need any convincing. He believes in himself.

"The second boy tribute is… Justin Hasy, 16 years."

He acts the same way as Arnie and shoots him a dangerous look.

Everything is the same through all the parts of the Capitol tributes. Downtowns mentor is Enobaria. Capitol 1s mentor is Johanna Mason. Capitol 2s mentor is President Paylor herself. The Old Arenas mentor is Haymitch Abernathy. And for The Gardens, there's the Mellark family. I'm going to stop at my part, The Gardens.

Katniss and Peeta walk up and stand by the microphone. Peeta starts, being the one with the bigger charisma.

"Children of The Gardens, we are your mentors and we will choose your tributes. Girls first."

Now Katniss speaks, picking the girl tributes.

"The first girl tribute for the Gardens is… Mary Orug, 13 years."

I know Mary. She's two years below me in school. She walks up the stairs to the stage, trembling a little. Katniss calls her to her side and takes her hand.

"Now for the second girl… Georgia Mills, 15 years."

Someone beside me falls to the ground. I realise it's Georgia who she picked, and Georgia is the one who fainted. Another friend, another close person she sent to their death. I cannot let that happen. I have a better chance of winning. Georgia is very sensitive and very weak. Before I even realise what I'm doing my hand shoots up and words jump out of my mouth.

"I VOLUNTEER!"

After that, I know what I did. I sent myself to my death.

A soldier puts his hand on my shoulder and lightly leads me to the stairs. I walk up, and Katniss asks me something.

"What is your name and age, young lady?"

"I am Vanda Aevin and I am 15 years old," I reply.

"You are very brave, Vanda," says Katniss and smiles.

From that moment, I just stand and watch the names being pulled out and read by Peeta, some boy walk by me, the another one. But I focus on him. It's Zed Palmer, 16 years, who I had a crush on for years. I open my mouth and he looks at me sadly when he walks by. I don't think he knows about me having a crush on him. I hope.

As I watch him stand next to the boy on my left. And that boy is Jessie Labet, a 12 year old.