AN: Hello people reading this story! As you should already know if you're looking at this, this is a crossover of Next to Normal and The Hunger Games, two things that I absolutely love! Or, we, since there are two of us... Anyways, this story is slightly AU, since Gabe is alive, Diana isn't crazy, and the N2N characters live in Panem. It's gonna be good, trust me. Anyways, I (Shay) will be writing chapters from Natalie's POV and Abby will be writing Henry's POV. Anyways, enjoy! Reviews would be appreciated, and will keep us from dying, review, don't kill us!Dx Oh, and if you get why they live in District 5,and where Natalie's outift came from, you win an Adam Chanler-Berat! xP ...On with the story!

Natalie's POV

The first few rays of sun woke me, warming my face as they streamed through the window. It was early. Too early... I rolled back over, trying to let sleep take control once again, but found my mind was already too awake to accomplish that.

With a heavy sigh I forced my tired body out of bed, shivering as my bare feet hit the cold wooden floor. I strode to the window in silence, pushing the curtains all the way back, and looked out at District 5. Everything was completely still in the light of dawn. No one had to work on the Reaping Day, so they all stayed inside, trying to sleep late, or doing household chores.

After a few minutes I turned away from the window. I had enough to do myself. I crossed to my closet and pulled out a simple blue dress, looking at it. It wasn't anything glamorous, but it was comfortable and appropriate for today. I set it on my bed along with a long black jacket and a pair of plain black flats,then I left to draw a bath.

I sank readily into the warm water, finding it relaxed my tense muscles, though it did nothing for my busy mind. I bathed quickly and washed my hair before getting out.

I ran a comb through my now tangled curls, pulling some of them back and pinning them in place before getting dressed. I walked down the stairs, still in silence, and joined my family in the kitchen. My bother was the first one to speak.

"You look nice Natty," he remarked, managing a smile. It was like this every year on Reaping Day. The conversation was shallow, about clothing, or that night's dinner.

"Thanks Gabe," I managed to reply in a calm enough voice. He was nervous. We all were. Who knew who would be shipped off to the capital to die? At least he was eighteen and this was the last year his name would go in the bowl...

I looked at my mother as she set a cake on the table. She and my father both looked sick and exhausted, sporting pale skin and dark circle under their eyes; and still she had gone to this trouble.

"Happy birthday Natalie," she remarked, trying to bring some cheer to the situation as I sat down.

I mustered a small smile in reply and she passed out slices of the cake. It was small, but more than enough.

The rest of the meal passed in an uncomfortable silence and my father took the dishes and placed them in the sink. Then we joined the others for the reaping