Prologue
Imagine the Hunger Games, and everything in them. But what if the Third Quarter Quell was different? What if Snow didn't send in previous victors, but found a different way of discouraging the citizens from following Katniss Everdeen? What if everything happened, but differently? Well, why don't we take a look at a different world of Panem? My name is Aviana Jennison, and I am the victor of the Seventy-fifth Hunger Games.
I am from District 12, the same district as Katniss. I never really knew her personally, but I knew of her, and I always admired her. Peeta, on the other hand, was a close friend of mine. We would have playdates as kids, and we remained close through high school. We never saw each other in a romantic way, but we always could rely on each other as someone who would bear each other's burdens. He was among my closest of four friends of mine.
About a month before the seventy-fourth Games, a fire destroyed my home, leaving me and my little sister, Abriella "Bri", orphaned. After the fire we moved in with my friend, Danielle, and her mom, Ms. Robin, and her younger sister, Klarissa. That's the way it had always been.
I remember the reaping of the seventy-fourth games very clearly. I remember when Prim was reaped and Katniss volunteered. I remember being shocked when they called Peeta's name, and watching one of my closest friends walk to potentially his death. I kept away the tears when I went to say goodbye, but lost it when I realized that his father and mother were the only others to join me.
I remember watching those games anxiously, glued to the transparent screen, even as my adoptive family bustled around me. I remember the announcement that two tributes could win if they were from the same district. I remember when Katniss found Peeta, and they officially teamed up. I remember the romantic show Peeta had with his childhood crush. Even if Katniss only viewed it as a show for the cameras, I knew Peeta was soaking it in, as he thought he wouldn't be able to walk out of that arena alive. I remember the medicine healing his leg, and the showdown with Cato. I remember the rule reverse, and the nightlock berries. And I remember when both Katniss and Peeta were crowned victors.
But I also remember what Katniss's defiance caused, certainly in 12, and I'm sure in the other districts as well. Something had sparked within the hearts of many within Panem. And I knew that it wouldn't have set well with President Snow. And this set the stage for what the Seventy-fifth Hunger Games would become.