Author's Notice: This is a fanfiction loosely based on The Hunger Games. Below is a list of the districts I will be using. I do not own The Hunger Games series, but I do own any original characters that appear in this fanfiction. Rated T for mild language and gruesome descriptions.

District 1- luxury goods for the Capitol
District 2- Medicine
District 3- Machinery/Factories
District 4- Fishing
District 5- Mathematical
District 6- Scientific Research
District 7- Lumber
District 8- Textiles
District 9- Hunters
District 10- Livestock
District 11- Agriculture
District 12- Coal
District 13- (now terminated) Nuclear Power

I awoke to the sunlight glaring into my window. It stung my eyes and I flipped onto my stomach. I heard a light top on the door to the bedroom my whole family shares. We live in a tiny house in the Second District. Medicine. Pfft. Never really cared about it much, seeing as we mostly produce it for the capital. Those rich bastards. Anyway, where was I... Oh yes, the knock on the door.

"Kathryn? Wake up, honey. It's almost time for the reaping." My mom/wake-up call.

"Oh joy, the reaping? Well then, I guess I'll get up..." I reply.

"Wow, is today the only day you get up when I tell you to? Like, ever?"

"Yes." I reply flatly as I drag myself out of the bed. I quickly undress and get dressed into some nicer clothes than my pajamas. As I walk to the microscopic bathroom, I notice that my twin brother, James, was missing from his bed. That was probably the most surprising part of my day, as he sleeps until noon at every chance he gets. I shove open the door of the bathroom sharply and pick up a comb from the sink counter. As I run the comb through my hair, I think about the chance of me being chosen for the games. I was 15, and the maximum tesserae available for my family. The same position goes for my brother.

I walked out of the bathroom silently and walked into the kitchen, where the rest of my family was eating. I sat down and quickly chowed through an apple and a slice of bread. Standing up, I glanced at a clock on the wall.

" Well, we'd better get goin'." I say, running out the door, James following close behind.

I glance back at James, smiling a toothy smile as I say, "You know we have equal chances of being picked. If we're both picked, I won't hesitate to kill you in battle." It was a joke, and I could tell he didn't really think I was serious.

We entered the square as we were met with a wall of people, murmuring, some excited, some afraid, and some proud. The crowd hushed quickly as somebody stepped up to the large stage. It was a giddy woman, who was prancing along around the stage happily, ready to draw the names of the 'lucky' partcicipants. The woman walked to the large dish that contained the name of every girl eligible to participate and plucked on the the names out. Out loud she read a name, a very important name. Then again, as a reader, you must know that names are always important, especially on an occasion such as this. And that name was. . .