I hope you can figure out who her grandmother and grandfather are! If not it will be revealed later :3
PROLOUGE
We huddled around the small screen, the 13 of us, eager and frightened about what we were about to hear. President Snow, a young man with pitch black hair and icy blue eyes, appeared on the screen sporting a cold smile. His eyes looked as hard as flint. Daddy says he's the grandson of a past President Snow, and just as evil, if not more. He says these things to me as he puts me to sleep, and then tells me to forget it, and never repeat it. Though those aren't the kinds of things you forget. He goes on this long speech about the Dark Days, when the Hunger Games began. He goes on to tell us what happened in the previous Quarter Quells. He was looking at a piece of scripted paper below him, you could tell. "On the twenty-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that their children were dying because of their choice to initiate violence, every district was made to hold an election and vote on the tributes who would represent it." I swallowed hard, as the fear that crept under my skin made me feel numb. "On the fiftieth anniversary, as a reminder that two rebels died for each Capitol citizen, every district was required to send twice as many tributes. On the third Quarter Quell, on the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the tributes were reaped from their existing pool of victors." That was the year Katniss Everdeen won. Well, kind of, I heard. "On the fourth Quarter Quell, the 100th Anniversary, as a reminder that you can't always protect your loved ones, each person reaped must choose a family member to take their place in the games." I don't think I would be able to stand sending in one of my family. As a young boy walked up to the stage, I couldn't stop myself from shaking. He presented a box to the president, which he opened, revealing yellow sheets of paper. My heart hit my throat. He pulled out a piece of paper reading 125, and began to read. "On the one hundred twenty-fifth anniversary, as a reminder that adults are just as helpless as the children, one adult and one child from each district will be entered in the games."
"So, Bruny. You're the grandchild and sister of three victors. How do you feel about your odds?" He gave me a dazzling smile, and I turned to the crowd and gave a wry smile.
"Well...I figure that increases my odds a hundredfold. Three victors in my direct family...luck must be on our side." I shot a glance at Theo, who gave me an encouraging smile, so I looked directly into the camera. "But I'm not like my grandfather. Or my Grandma. Or my brother. But I do know one thing," I paused for effect. "I. Am. Going. To. Win. This." I directed my voice back to Retta, and my voice cracked. "I am going to come home."