(A/N I know its short, but I wanted to see if anyone was interested in a story like this and if they had any ideas. If I use someone's I will give them credit. Please review and tell me. I plan on writing much more.)
My name is April Edith Snow and because of my grandfather my life is over.
I knew that the day they announced that there would be one final Hunger Games, one made for capital kids only, that my life was over. Even though the official reaping's weren't till the weekend I knew right away I would be a part of these games and all because of my grandfather. My only living relative and he had to be pure evil. He cheated, lied, and even killed people. He killed my parents when I was 3, which is why I despise him more than anyone else in the world. All of my life people avoided me because they thought I would be like him, that if they even knew me bad things would happen to them. I was nothing like my grandfather, but if he thought someone was close to me he would hurt them until they were gone. The only person I had ever really known was the person I wish I could kill every day.
They announced The Final Hunger Games on April 27th, my 15th birthday, the same day they presented that Katniss "The Mockingjay" killed rebel President Coin and that Capital President Snow had died from blood poisoning. The Reaping would be on Saturday April 29th, and would be for capital kids only. All the rules were the same. Unless you're dying you must be there, kids 11-18 years of age would be eligible to be selected. The Games would start on the 13th of May. At the time I had never kissed a boy, had a best friend, told anyone my darkest secret, or had killed someone with my bare hands. I never knew that in less than a month I would do all this and much more.