Came up with this fanfiction quite a while ago and decided to start writing again so I hope you like this story... Its pretty much all going to be OC's and its going to be very twisted... Enjoy!

Dear Diary,

I can't believe my parents are making me do this. They both are victors of District 12, and should know of ALL people how lucky they were to both survive The Hunger Games! I have known since I was little that they were never really found of me. Being an only child at the age of 16, I realized that I must have been a big surprise when my parents found out about having me, and that they probably weren't very excited. You might be thinking that its because they are both victors of The Hunger Games, and that they wouldn't want to have a child because they don't want their children having to compete in the games. If you are thinking that then you are completely wrong, because my parents were definitely upset because I was an accident and they didn't want kids, hence me being the only child thing.

Sincerely,

Ella

...Several Hours Earlier...

Ellalise was definitely not a good surprise for her parents. In fact she was a total accident and for quite some time her parents Lola and Weston Petrova didn't want her, and still don't and they make it well known. Now that Ella was 16, she had gone into her rebellious, I hate my parents stage, and had become a nuisance to the family, and was always getting in trouble for having attitude and mouthing off. Lola Petrova was fed up with it along with her husband Wes, so they decided the perfect punishment for their daughter.

"Ellalise, please come downstairs your mother and I need to discuss something with you," Weston hollered from the den.

Ella was lying on her bed doodling in her sketchbook when her father yelled for her to come downstairs. She sighed and rolled her eyes and got off the bed.

"Anytime that I yell from any room in the house calling for one of you I get grounded," Ella mumbled to herself and she opened her door and slammed it and stomped down the stairs. Ella was already stressed about entering her name in the reaping because she had to put it in there 6 times. It didn't help that her parents weren't supportive, and Ella worried non stop about any possible situation and what could go wrong in every second of the day, so she was very worked up to the point of exploding by this point.

Ella sighed and sat in the arm chair across from the couch that her mother and father resided in. They both looked calm but had that look on their face that they got when they are about to punish Ella, and she knew those expressions all too well.

Great, Ella thought to herself. Their going to punish me for sneaking out again last night. They wouldn't have known unless Mom wouldn't have seen the mud caked on my new boots she bought me, which I didn't even like in the first place.

"Ellalise, we have something to tell you about the reaping today," Lola said in her mother mono-tone voice.

"If its a pep talk you can save it, I would be happy to go into The Hunger Games to get away from you two." Ella snapped and crossed her arms.

"Don't talk to your mother like that," Wes scolded giving Ella a stern look. Ella glared back at him.

"We have decided that you aren't going to enter your name six times, but instead your going to enter it the amount of mine and your fathers enterings when we were picked to go into The Hunger Games. As you know both of our families were poor so we entered more than necassary so that we could get things for our family that we needed. I entered a total of 24 times, and your father a total of 34." My mom continued to talk but I wasn't listening anymore. I am pretty sure that my jaw hit the floor. They were going to make me do what?

"With that being said," my father continued for my mother, "You will be entering a total of 58 times verses your six that you are obligated too. Maybe this will teach you a lesson." Dad finished keeping a straight, and stern expressing.

I wasn't believing what I was hearing. My parents just told me that I had to enter my name into The Hunger Games 58 times. I don't understand why my parents would do this of all people. If anything they should know that now I will most likely be picked to go into the games, and they should also know how cruel and evil the games are because they both survived them!

With tears springing into my eyes, I slowly got up from my chair and ran to my room. I ignored my mothers calls that I probably wasn't going to be chosen anyways, and that it would be fun wondering if I was to be picked or not.

God she was an idiot. It was probably her idea for this insane and outragous punishment.

Before I knew it I was putting my name into The Hunger Games drawing 58 times.

I hope you guys liked the first chapter! Enrich me with reviews please! ;) I will try and update soon within the next few days or so.