AN: This is my first fan fic, so please take the time to read it and give me some constructive criticism. Thanks!

I open my eyes to see bright sunlight filtering through my window. Shadows dance across my room and I imagine the intriguing patterns of light on a jacket. Gray and black, intricate designs barely noticeable yet still there adding another dimension to the traditional overcoat. I was starting to sketch my idea on a pad of paper I had found in my father's study with a pen he often used to sign official documents when a sharp rapping against my wooden door awakened me from my daze. Sighing, I placed my notebook down and unbolted the door.

"Morning mother." I say softly to the woman who was standing before me. With her skin a shade lighter than most people in district eleven and eyes a golden brown she is often considered beautiful. To me, however, she is simply my mother, someone who encouraged me instead of trying to compress my dreams into a thin slice of nothing as my father had. Although he doesn't agree with my interest in fashion, he no longer objects after he found me attaching a noose to the ceiling. Style and design is my only way out of this wretched world. Many children despise me, for being the mayor's son has given me entitlement and an excuse to not work in the fields. It may seem unfair that I rarely work, but considering the beatings my peers give me daily, alone with them in the fields would be nearly as bad as the hunger games.

My mother nods slightly and gives me a thin yet genuine smile. "Breakfast is ready." She informs me. Although few words are spoken between us, we are as close as a teenager and his mother can get. I change into a pair of black pants and a gray shirt splattered with seemingly random splotches of color. The outfit was designed by me, a few months ago when I had been experimenting with blotches of color on otherwise bleak backgrounds. I run a hand over my close cropped hair and head down to breakfast.

I nod my head respectively towards my father and sit down at the long dining table.

"Good morning Cinna." he greets me.

AN: I know this chapter is short, but I promise they'll get longer.