CHAPTER 1

I am Elizabeth Folchart. The Capitol took back authority when I was a baby and it was a true hell. Now I'm 13 and nothing has gotten any better. Just to add onto that, the drawing of name's for the next Hunger Games was tomorrow, and I was now old enough to be entered.

I barely held back the tears as I walked down the dirty street back to my house in the Seam of District 12. I wasn't really about to cry for myself though, but all of my friend's who's names would now be thrown into that glass bowl... That stupid thing decided the fate of four kids now, not two. Instead of 24 kids going into the Hunger Games, as punishment, 48 entered the arena instead... And only 2 came out.

I allowed a few tears to escape but quickly wiped them away as I entered the shack my mother and I called home. Our German Shepard met me at the door, wagging his tail and nuzzling against me. The poor thing was literally fur and bones, "Hey, Griffin." I said, stroking his head.

He whimpered happily and trotter farther into the house. My mother was sitting at the kitchen table with Lauren Pane, my best friends mother. Soon after I had dropped my book bag off in my small room, he walked in, Derrick Pane. "Hey mom, couldn't find you!" He laughed.

Lauren smiled at her son, "How was school, dear?" She asked.

"Great! Oh hey Ellie! You want to start on our homework?" He asked happily.

I nodded, "Sure."

Most people just called me Ellie. Elizabeth didn't describe me well. Yes, I was mature and intelligent, but 'Elizabeth' was just too formal a name for someone like me. I loved it anyways though... My father had given it to me. Oh yes my father, he's dead... Along with my sister. My father and Derrick's father had been killed in the same shooting, with my sister. A squad of 'Peacekeepers' had stormed the city and opened fire on us... It was scarring and killed so many... I shivered slightly and went to my room with Derrick.

"I'm so scared about the drawing tomorrow..." He whispered, sitting beside me on my bed.

He looked pale and I began to cry, "I-I am too..." I whispered.

He grabbed me in a gentle hug and I cried. I wasn't very strong emotionally because of my fairly traumatic past, and I wasn't afraid to cry. I trusted just about anyone who could even slightly prove I could trust them, "I don't think you'll get drawn... No... You WON'T get drawn..." He whispered.

I shivered, "You can't promise something like that!.." I whimpered, "It's too good a promise too even mention..."

Derrick sighed and shook his head, "Well you won't! You're only in that bowl three times."

A paper was added with your name on it for the number of the second digit in your age, after the age of 18, you no longer can be in the Hunger Games. They had also started the years the Games had been done over. This would be the first Hunger Games. Oh how the name 'Hunger Games' didn't fit anymore... No special food rations were provided to families for the winner of their district... And on top of that, if the two winners of the Hunger Games were a boy and a girl, they were forced to kill each other. No exceptions.

The Capital had returned to power and were stronger than ever, and their plans couldn't be more brutal for the rebellious Districts. Nothing would ever be the same.


OK... Yeah the first chapter is incredibly boring and short but please review! Give me some ideas too! I already have an idea about how this story will come together and I promise you it will get good. :3 I would love to hear from you all though. Give me some ideas! I'd really appreciate it! :D