A/N This is My first Hunger Fanfic... I do not own the Hunger Games Trilogy

STORYLINE: Suppose Peeta and Katniss didn't do a rebellion but the year after The Games and they're training two new hopefuls...

Chapter 1: The Reaping

Olive Willow's POV

The day of the reaping will be a horrible one… The fear of Effie Trinket saying my name will be too much anxiety to bear. The cold sweat trickling down my back is ruining any chance of me getting any sleep. They won't call my name. It's impossible… I'm only thirteen.

Dear Annemarie, You put on quite a show you beautiful little monster

And now your eyes are the size of saucers…

She loves to break hearts

And tear them apart.

It's too good to give away

Just look at the way they sway…

I just noticed I'm singing the bitter tune.

"Olive… Please get some sleep… The Reaping is tomorrow and you can't stop it no matter how much you try…" The loving words of my mother… Her name is Annemarie… She used to be a dancer… but that was when she was young and beautiful… Now, her beauty has faded away with her happiness. She still has those brilliant double-colored eyes of hers. She has blue at the tips of her eyes and the rest is brown.

I suppose I should introduce myself… but I won't tell you much... only a little… You may be apart of the Capitol… So I won't trust you until you've proven to me other wise.

M name is Olive Willow (Yes, I am aware of my horrid name.). I am thirteen years old. I have brownish-black hair and green eyes. I have olive skin and several scars. I won't tell you why I have scars until I trust you. I mostly have them on my hands. They're itchy but painful when I scratch them. Itchy scars are My least favorite scars. They remind me of when I got scabies when I was nine and I mother refused to take me to because she thought I would be bothersome, She said was going through her own problems and mine would just make it worse. My mother is a bitter old hag. She only has room in her heart for one love and I didn't make the cut.

I am from District 12 in Panem. It is precisely twelve a.m… Happy Hunger Games…

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Nine A.M… Three hours until the reaping. My mother 'beautifies' me and preens and poses in front of the mirror. My mother doesn't look so horrible now… She has done her make up ad curled her black hair. She has painted her lips a bright red. She has on floral ballet flats and a blue dress to her ankles. She spins on her toes a couple of times and sways her body. She smiles at the mirror.

She doesn't look like a hag at all now.

"Did you dance like that at the Capitol?" I manage to say.. As far as I'm concerned I don't have a mother… I have a roommate who hates me.

She smiles at the mirror, reminiscing about her dancer days.

"Yes, but I danced in a beautiful ballroom with hopes of never returning to this hell…But you can never count on hopes, Olivia…" She only says Olivia when she thinks of good memories that sting to think about.

Waiting is terrible when you're horribly impatient like myself… when I'm waiting for the reaping (like I am right now) it feels dreadful with suspense. You're basically waiting to die… I would have no hope of winning the games. I'm skinny and awkward. I'm flexible and some what strong… so that may help. I don't have common sense though. If I try I can possibly be quite the strategist… but when it comes to things like: telling whether a plant is poisonous or not… I'm as good as dead.

"Let's go… It's time.." My mother says as we head out the door. Everything is blurry from that moment on. My eyes sting from sweat. I can't stop fidgeting. My fingernails look like numbs, thanks to nervous chewing. When the woman Peace Keeper pricked my finger for blood- I didn't feel a thing. I didn't dare pay attention to the video about District 13. I am in a daze and refuse to listen anything Effie's blue lips say. Until they speak:

"Olive Willow! Don't be shy love, come up.."

I have absolute no idea how my legs dared to climb those stairs. My mother looks like she over-dosed on whisky and reality.

"Our next tribute for District 12 is… Elijah Redwood.. Please step up, dear.." she said in an overly happy voice. Suddenly, the black haired and blue eyes boy came trembling up. He gave me a scared look the blushed.

"Hello. My name is Elijah Redwood and it will be misery killing you in a few weeks…" he says and smirks.