(AN: Sorry I haven't done anything in forever, I've been EXTREMELY busy. But I've wanted to do a fic on the Hunger Games for a while so I've finally done it. This story is actually a dream I had a little while back. Hope you enjoy!)

I rolled over, still half asleep. It felt as if I had fell into a freezer. Slowly I began to open my eyes and take in the heavy light that was being generated through my window.

Another sunny day in the life of a sector sixteen citizen, I thought. Why do I never awake to claps of thunder, or the pattering of rain? But I knew the answer, the government would never allow it. They wanted things to be at the highest level of perfection possible, just so we could see how miserable and lowly our lives truly were.

I lazily sat up in my "bed", a lousy bag filled with leaves and twigs. I looked away from the window to my old fashioned alarm clock. 7:24 it read, I still had another six minutes until my "recommended" awakening time. So I was forced to stay in bed for the remaining time. I hid my face under my blanket and sighed. I hated not being able to get up when I wanted.

You could just get up. A rebellious voice sang in my head.

I poked my head out from my warm haven and looked to the barren, concrete floor. I looked closer and spotted out the nearly microscopic sensors imbedded there.

One step out of bed before the recommended time and the control force would break into my room, demanding an explanation before I could punch my self for carrying out such a stupid act.

Of coarse, if I have a death wish, I scoffed.

My eyes followed the floor until they reached the wall opposite of the window. The sun glistened off of the dangling medals; one with a green ribbon saying third place regional football team, another, but with a blue ribbon, held the words first place district language arts student, etc. Most were blue ribbons and a few green scattered about, but no red. I despised red.

The way our classes in school were categorized was by; Intellectual classes (blue), Athletic classes (green) and Political classes (red). In our Primary years we are observed to see what career clusters we will fall into, and determine our interests. In middle school we are educated about our determined clusters. Then in High school we have three classes a semester, one in each of the categories. I was in my second year of High school, and had made an admirable amount of intellectual awards. It was one of the only things I cared about, proving I wasn't just another citizen going along with the government's wishes. I wanted to prove it was possible to show the government up by success. Not to mention the medals were also the only things allowed in our rooms other than a bed and clock.

I heard the high pitched, screechy noise I had been dreading. I swung my arm over and hit the off button. Okay. I have twenty minutes to shower, get my uniform on, and then ten more to get to school in time for the nation's daily update.

I quickly jumped out of bed and scuttled past my medals into the shower. It was a fast shower, but was effective in waking me up. I then turned the water off and began to dry my self. I pushed a button beside of the shower and a rack of black, white, and gray uniforms slid out of the wall.

At least I have some freedom, I thought sarcastically, while picking off a white outfit and tossing it on my body.

I then rushed down the stairs, seeing I had four minutes left and snagged a Kiji fruit as I ran out the door. I jogged at a brisk pace down my street's sidewalk, taking large bites out of the sweet, and tangy fruit. I passed a few straggling people that paid me no attention. In no time I had reached a huge, dome like building called school. I slowed my pace at the stairs so I could throw my fruit's core away over the stairs' rail into an endless, dark hole on the ground. Who knew where it went.

I walked through the glass doors into the school lobby. Everyone was staring up at the massive screen in the ceiling. It had 02:08 pictured, clicking down showing that in two minutes and eight seconds everyone not yet in the school would be tardy. I had never been tardy but I did know you got five lashes for every day you missed when you returned if it was not excused, so I could only imagine the punishment. The clock finally reached zero and an overly enthusiastic woman appeared on the screen from behind a large desk.

"Good morning, what a beautiful day it is to live in Snickery", she chirped. "As you all know, the Hunger Games drawings are coming up tomorrow, so be ready to fight if called upon for Snickery rose out of a dieing world that was in the middle of a great war, were no one knew who could be trusted. The day Panem once again united, 5 districts remaining of the 12, it was decided that every country of the world would unite to form Snickery. We now use the Hunger Games to decide who is worthy of being leader of all that is and all that will ever be.

President Aubrey is preparing for his departure remembering his game and how exhilarating it was. He says he leaves with no regrets and can't wait to meet all the sectors' representatives. In other news-"

I blocked the rest out because I was still infuriated by the woman's repetition of the presidents words. How "exhilarating" the Hunger Games was for President Aubrey? How dare he make a comment about the event as if it were some play thing?!? The very thought that anyone could act in such a way as he did put me on the edge of vomiting, but I kept the bile out of my mouth.

The screen finally went black and I began the long walk to my Monarchy class.

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