Wassup my internet friends! Sorry for stopping some of my stories. I just have new ideas. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own the Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins does.

Intro: The rebellion dies after 50 years of peace, with the flames of the rebellion, Katniss and Peeta, dead, along with their children. A new president has taken over Panem to start the Hunger Games once more, deadlier than ever. Harder arenas, double the tributes, and more entertainment. This president was Yahn. President Julia Yahn. This president has two daughters, Riyon and Selma, that live with her. However, Riyon and Selma are different from the other Capitol citizens...

Chapter 1

I wake up in the soft, plush pillows of my room in the president's mansion. I hated it. Now you might say, How do you hate soft pillows in a mansion? Well, this president's mansion is different. This is the president of Panem, who kills 48 tributes in the Hunger Games every year. This president also happens to be my mother. I hated living in the Capitol, full of people with fake wigs and covered in makeup, high pitched accents eating lavish meals while people out there in the districts starved. I wasn't the only one who felt this way. My best friend and sister, Selma, felt the same way. I was to hang out with her later. I get up and take a shower before picking through the dark, cheap clothes I hide behind my fancy, expensive ones. I was ashamed when I wore the expensive clothes. They reminded me of who I was to be, but who I didn't want to be. I meet Selma in her room wearing her dark red clothing. It was around 3 in the morning, so everyone was sleep. We liked to hunt in the morning and give to the poor districts. We slip out and I retrieve my bow and arrows from a tree stump and she takes her knives and pack. As we stalk through the woods, I bring up a conversation we had earlier. "We should leave," I say as I shoot a ptarmigan. "Head to District 5 and live our lives there."

"We could be drafted into the Games." says Selma.

"Who cares? It's better than staying here. I'd rather die."

"True. Would Julia accept it though?" We refused to call her mom unless she was around or if we were near Capitol citizens.

"I don't know, but we have to try." I say.

We hunt for a bit more until we can't carry it. We had a deer, 15 ptarmigans, and a fox. (We had a big pack.) I put my bow and arrows around my back and Selma sheaths her knives as we drag our stuff to District 10. (We did the other districts yesterday and the day before.)

District 10

We drop off some of the deer and ptarmigan to the place they call the Plaza. A cook named Rooba took it and tried to pay us, but instead we give her money. She thanks us and we take the rest to District 11.

District 11

District 11 was my least favorite, just because of how strict they were. The people were nice and caring, so we always delivered food and money. We go to each house, dropping off some money and food, trying to space it out. Eventually we just give money, and off to District 12 we go.

District 12

I liked District 12, though District 5 was my and Selma's favorite. We drop off a lot of money at the Hob. Our friends James and Joy brought in food all the time. We also give some money to some families and make the long walk back to the Capitol.

Capitol

We were exhausted, so we pass out on Selma's bed for around 3 hours. Julia never even notices we're gone. We had decided to tell her tomorrow that we wanted to leave. When we wake up, we're forced to attend a dinner held 3 months before every Games. We had to wear these poofy dresses and loads of make up, though we always took it off before we left so they could do nothing about it. When we get to the dinner we take off our wigs, resulting in stares from across the room. We didn't care. We basically eat nothing with the guilt that buried in our stomachs every time we sat in front of the piles of food while other people starved in their homes. I eat a roll and Selma has a few leaves of salad. We look at Julia, who looks at us suspiciously, before beckoning us outside, We had no choice but to follow. "What is wrong with you guys?" She says. "You've barely eaten anything! You refused to wear the makeup and wigs! What has happened?" We shrug. "We're not hungry." says Selma. "And wigs and makeup suck." I say. Julia sighs. "Go to your room." We roll our eyes. "Yes mother." We say. We walk to our rooms and change clothes. We looked like ourselves again. We fall asleep, planning on what we would say to Julia tomorrow.

Sorry the last part was written really fast. :(