A/N: Ok so this is my first fanfic so bear with me=) I absolutely love Rue and wanted to do the hunger games in her point of view. There will also be some Katniss POV and Thresh POV later on.

Also in this, Rue and Thresh are related. I know they aren't in the book or movie but who cares this is my version.

Disclaimer: I claim nothing as my own. Hunger Games belongs to the brilliant Suzanne Collins=)

Oh and another thing, please please please review! Reviewing totally makes the story better. So feel free to give suggestions and feedback. Enjoy!

Chapter One

Today is my birthday. Today is also reaping day. If I had turned twelve tomorrow, I would miss the reaping. But no, that's not how it works. Mother cried this morning as she set out my reaping clothes. She knows there's a slim chance of being reaped becasue my name is only entered once, but the fear is still there.

"Rue? Come get dressed," mother had given up on crying now. She only talks when spoken to now.

I scurry down from my perch in the rafters and head to the room I share with my brother Thresh. Thresh is 18 this year. Its his last year for the reaping. He says I'll be fine and there is little chance of me being reaped. I hope he's right. How would a twelve year old ever last in the Hunger games?

Mother had laid out my best dress. It was blue with white lacing along the bottom and collar. I don't see why I should have to dress up for the reaping. Its not like I will get reaped my first time in.

Thresh holds my hand as we walk towards the town square. He has big hands that swallow up my little ones. He makes me feel safe. We break apart to line up with our age groups.

"I'll come find you when this is all over. It'll be ok," Thresh reassures me. I nod and head in the direction of the other twelve year olds.

On the stage is the Major Blackwell fidgeting next to a blue haired woman with cat eyes. She's wearing a pair of ridiculous heels and a neon yellow dress that makes her hips look wider than they should. Capitol fashion never ceases to amaze me.

"Welcome, Welcome. My name is Mora as you all know. What a lovely reaping day it is! No reason to keep you all in suspense now. Lets see who our lucky tributes are. Gentlemen first I say," She walked over to a giant bowl with all of our names on it. She hesitated slightly before grasping a slip of paper. "Thresh Morganson!"

This cannot happen. He said it would be okay and that we had nothing to worry about. I watched him slowly be escorted by two peacemakers. No one volunteered.

"Hello Thresh!" Mora exclaimed happily when Thresh arrived on the stage. "We may have a chance of a district 11 win this year, no?"

Mora seemed over excited due to Thresh's size. He's well over six feet tall and built like an ox. His chances of winning in the eyes of district 11 are better than anyone else's in our district. I feel bad for whoever the female tribute is. I want him to win more than anything. I can't lose my brother for the entertainment of the capital.

"And now for the ladies," Mora walked over to the other jar. "Rue Morganson!"

It was me.

"NO!" A cry escaped from Thresh's lips. He was going to have to kill me. My eyes filled my brown eyes as I made my way to the stage. Thresh pulled me into a hug, "We'll figure this out."

Mora looked even more excited, "Is there any relation between the two of you?"

Thresh glared. "He's my brother, " I whispered.

"Well this is new. Siblings in the Hunger Games! The capitol will love this." Mora's tone was so gleeful that it hurt. "We will be rooting for you both." She turned back to the crowd who watched us in stony silence, "Happy 74th Hunger Games everyone. And may the odds be ever in your favor."

The odds were definitely not in my favor.

A/N: So first chapter is up! Yay! REVIEW please and thank you! Sorry its not very exciting, but it gets better, I promise!