Hey everyone! I know it's been forever since I have been able to write. One of my friends got me totally hooked on HG. Lover her and hate her. So this is just kind of a start to something. If enough people like it, I'll keep going. It's definitely not what you think it's going to be. I wasn't totally sure how to start this. If anyone would be interested in being a beta, let me know. I hope you enjoy. And even if you dont, PLEASE REVIEW.

It was the exact same thing every year. The Capitol would assemble all the children into the square and then crush their dreams. If you were lucky enough, you would escape the depravity of District 12. But most of us end up living out our lives here.

I accepted my fate a long time ago. When my father died in the mining accident, I knew I had to stay and watch over Prim and my mother. Who else would put food on the table? Certainly not the cat, that's for sure. I became the bread-winner for my family. Being reaped was not an option. Every year when evaluations came, I would do my best to do my worst. At 16, this year was more important than ever.

"Katniss Everdeen. You're up next."

Breathe Katniss. It is the same routine. Every year it's the exact same. Just breathe.

Walking down the hall of the Justice Building, I just hoped that this would be enough.

"Miss Everdeen. We are here for your final evaluation. You understand this?"

I can't do anything but nod. I am scared that if I speak, I will spill any one of the secrets that I have been keeping over the last few years.

"Well, you are 16 now. This is your last shot to show us everything before we make decisions. You know, of course, our decisions will be presented at the Reaping. Only a select few of you will make it out of this place. We have down that you used to sing. Have you continued with that?"

I shake my head. No. I haven't sung since my father died. And that's the honest truth.

"What a shame," someone notes. "I remember you having such a lovely voice. Have you taken up any other hobbies or interests? Maybe cooking? Painting? Combat? Building? Nothing?"

Nothing. That's exactly what I want them to think. Nothing. I am just a girl from the Seam. Nothing special about me.

With a nod, I escape from the room of evaluators and make my way back home. I can't help but hope everything I've done has been enough.

If this looks familiar, I'm going back though the first two bits posted and just cleaning them up. Hopefully add a little too! If you like the idea, please let me know. I am in Spain on a study abroad trip and I have enough free time that I should be able to consistently crank out chapters. Key word there is should. Let me know. Thoughts. Opinions. Ideas. Comments. Whatever.

Thanks all!