The Capitol's Star

by hungergamers175

Destiny Frost has everything she could possibly dream of. Yet, her hatred of The Hunger Games seems to set her apart from her peers. But now, Destiny is tired of letting her world see her in the way they see her loved ones. And once she volunteers for the 24th Hunger Games, her life may never be the same. (the format of the story is different because i wanted to save space)

1. Chapter 1

The Capitol's Star: Chapter 1

"So Genevieve, are you looking forward to the 24th Annual Hunger Games?" a handsome man in a bright pink tuxedo asks. The woman smiles brightly and responds cheerfully, "Yes Sage I have high hopes for this year." She's sporting a light pink dress and 6 inch silver heels covered in sparkles. Being the president of Panem's wife, she obviously has to look her best. Sage Corset, the comedic interviewer and head broadcaster of the Hunger Games smiles eagerly and continues his interview. "Well I have nothing to do but agree with you." The audience laughs.

Just before Sage asks another question, I turn off the TV. Standing alone in my luscious room, I take out my notebook. I placed it next to me an hour ago, knowing that I would get bored sooner or later from watching the latest "Hunger Games with Sage Corset" Interview. I lie down on my king sized bed covered in pink fluffy comforters and flip to a page. Thinking for a split second, I begin to draw. I picture Sage, dressed in his annual Hunger Games outfit. Then President Hayes comes to my mind. I draw him linking arms with his gorgeous wife Genevieve.

And then I rip the page to pieces.

In case it wasn't obvious, I'm from the Capitol. My name's Destiny Frost. I'm 15. My dad, Johnson Frost works with Sage. He has Sage's number too. My mom works at home, but she used to be a successful interior designer for Capitol Couture. So I guess you can say I'm supposed to be the "next big thing" in my family tree. I'm practically one of the richest girls in my school. But anyone who doesn't know me wouldn't believe it. I don't wear any of those "sparkly rich girl" outfits. In fact, I hate them. I don't brag about my wealth like everyone else in my school. (Which is very common)

And I also hate the Hunger Games.

Didn't see that one coming did you? It kills me though, to think that 23 teens die every year because of my home. My friends. My community. I saw the 19th Hunger Games when I was 10. I hated it. I hated it so much, that twenty minutes into I started crying. The guilt was too overwhelming. While I was sitting there with my family on a plush sofa in my incredibly large house, kids were being brutally murdered. That was too much for a 10 year old Capitol citizen to handle. I never watched another Hunger Games again. And I never will. That was also the year when I threw out my large collection of $200 hair bows, except for a pink satin one I got when I was born. Anything that said the word "Capitol" on it I gave away. I was ashamed to come from the Capitol. I despised President Hayes, who was the one who started the Hunger Games.

I guess you can say that one day changed me. It scared me for life.

I sat there for a while now, reliving that one day that changed me forever. I could all ready see it, in four days, twenty four terrified teens will be ripped apart from their families and forced to kill each other. And then there will be me, sitting in my room, crying, while my own parents cheer on their favorite tributes. My life is sick.

I must have sat there for a while now, because I heard the door slowly creak open, followed by my mom. "Destiny, are you ok?" she asked. I shrug. "No, not really." My mom and dad both know my hatred of the Hunger Games. Yet they still watch them. "Sweetie, I know you don't like the Hunger Games. But this doesn't mean you can isolate yourself from the world when it happens." She says sympathetically. "Mom. I'm not watching another 'Sage Corset' interview. It's a waste of time." I reply sternly. It's obvious she wants me to watch. But not this year. "Do you even realize how horrible these Games are?" I question. She rolls her eyes, because I tend to ask this question every year. She sits down beside me. "Destiny, these Games are just a way of our people making a point to Panem. It's their fault, not ours." She states. I exhale deeply and sigh, "But it's not fair." My mom's arms are now around my shoulders. "I know." She calmly says.

"Well, when you're ready, we can start making dinner." She says as she leaves and closes the door behind her. I stand back up and face my jeweled mirror, which is right next to my closet. I've recently been growing out my blonde hair. (It's about half way down my back now) I noticed my dip dyed pink ends, which I got two weeks ago. (they haven't faded one bit) I walk toward my closet, which is covered with pics of my family and Rachel. Rachel is the one girl who understands me. She has blonde hair too, but she has hazel eyes instead of my icy blue ones. My mom told me we were born in the same hospital, two rooms apart. I actually met her at kindergarten. We were inseparable ever since.

Feeling a little cold, I pull out a pink sweatshirt, one that matches my pink ends. I make my way downstairs, and to the living room. Both mom and dad are sitting attentively in front of the TV. On the screen, Sage Corset and Genevieve Hayes are laughing. Probably mocking all the districts and how they will soon lose one boy and one girl to the custody of the Capitol. Or my home. I'm about to sit down at the dinner table when my dad notices me. "Destiny! Did you watch this interview? Genevieve is hilarious!" he half laughs and half yelps. I fake smile and reply, "Yah!". However, my dad knows me too well. "Destiny? That's not the usual smile I see from my daughter." He says. Immediately my fake smile knits itself back into a frown. "May I be excused?" I ask politely. "Oh Des, please finish your meal today. This whole week you have been so anxious." My mom emphasizes the word 'finish'. "Well excuse me for the fact that I feel bad about coming from a murderous society." I scoff. My father finally snaps, "Destiny Savannah Frost! How dare you say such a thing about your society?" "Honey, please calm down." My mom tries to soothe him. While they're still arguing, I take my dinner upstairs. She said I had to finish, didn't she?

The whole night was a blur of thoughts. I can see it everywhere in my dreams. The brutal Career tributes will be towering in strength over everyone else. The other districts have practically nothing to give them an advantage. A sick feeling enters my stomach. I can only imagine what President Hayes has in store for this year's tributes. They have probably finished preparations by now. I try falling asleep, but its useless. The pain is undeniable.