What have we done?

Chapter one

I thought I was safe, I thought the war was behind us, I thought the sick and twisted life of the capital was over. I was wrong.

My name is Icis, I am a capital citizen. Or, was, for that matter.

After the war, I was the only one left. I was the only one in my family that survived. I didn't care, I hated them. I know, it sounds sick and cruel to hate my family, but it was just my dad. My sick, Game loving dad. In fact, my mother was Senecra Crane, head game maker of the Hunger Games. My mother would come home late in the time of the games, the time I hated my parents the most.

So one day, my mom died. No one knows how or why, but some rumors say of for not blasting the head off the 74th victors. For one split second, I was proud of my mom. Then she died. My hatred for Snow grew even more when he killed my mom.

So here I am now, a prisoner in district 13, where they are forcing some of the capital children into a large, cramped room. The ages of the children varied from 12 to 18. I smirk, Remind you of anything?

A woman that I somehow recognize stands up in front of everyone. Her voice seems permanently perky, "Good evening residents of the capital. You are one twelfth of the capital's children, and you will be playing the part of district twelve. That means Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark well be your mentors." I immediately recognize who this squeaky woman is, Effie Trinket, she confirms my thoughts with this next line, "I am Effie Trinket, your escort, if you have not realized by now, let me first say you are incredibly slow, two of you will be participating in the capital's version of the Hunger Games!" She still tends to surprise me with how she can say that sentence with an excited smile. Oh right, she's a normal capital citizen, this is all just fun and games on her part, she is out of the picture the second the blood spills.

Effie shocks me out of my loathing, "Meet your mentors!" She gestures towards a happy couple wearing wedding rings, Katniss and Peeta. The kids that realize this are in shock, but not me, I knew it was a hoax from the very beginning. Now it's something more, something real. They look happy, someday I wish I could be as happy, but the thought of marrying a capital man brings up my lunch. Besides, being fourteen years old grants me some wait.

Effie then blocks our view of them, "Now the reaping! I will randomly pick names from the traditional reaping ball, the older you are, the more chances of getting picked, if your name is called come on up, and you will be our 'district twelve' tributes!"

She digs her hand in a giant glass ball tinted pink to represent the girls, she finds a satisfying slip, opens it and smoothes it out on the podium, in a clear excited voice she calls out the name, "Icis Crane!"

Ooh, cliffhanger. Okay, first chapter, DONE! I might post on Thursday, but I will definitely be posting on Friday. Suggestion of the day:

Never call your sister a banana pope; she will hit you with her algebra book.

R&R! (Flames excepted, but please no swears)