A/N: So last night I had a dream. It was of little Rue. I normally have dreams about the Hunger Games since I am obsessed with it, but never with Rue. It helped me form what will be in this story. I also realized that nobody ever does Rue's perspective. They make new Games, and who would want to do that? They also do Peeta's perspective, which is beautiful, but never Rue's. Just because she died?

Well I think that her story deserves to be told!

Have a heart, and review for Rue so that her story can be continued. People have a right to know, and the reviews I want is at least 2 if you want me to continue…Thank you. Rue, you will forever be in out hearts! –Most HG fans

Today I woke up extra early. We lived in a very small town in the giant District Eleven. We have never even seen it all because the Peacekeepers won't allow it, but we know it is big.

I woke up because the stomach pains were too much. The last I had to eat was a small rotted piece of fruit I found while working in the orchards. I was climbing high to collect some apples, and was now to the point where no one could see me. I found a dead rotted apple that got stuck in a hollow, but I could tell there would be a good part left.

So I quickly glanced around and shoved it in my mouth. Who cares if I get sick? Then maybe I won't have to go to the Reaping.

But now I was regretting it. I thought that it would help my hunger, but the next day it just made it worse. My body needed more food, and that apple was the biggest thing I had ever eaten.

So now I am awake because of the pains in my stomach. I look out the window and see that the sun isn't up yet. Good. This means that nobody will be at the orchards yet, and I can sneak away for a few hours. In the dark I can be very sly, and I have speed on my side.

I glance across the room to make sure my siblings are all asleep. All five of them are, and my eye stays on Lily longer than I should have. Lily is my favorite sibling, and I can relate to her most.

Since everyone was still asleep in their endless dreams, I snuck outside. I tiptoed past my parent's room, because they might be awake and there was no point in checking to see if they were; I would just get caught. They knew I would always come back though.

As soon as I was outside the door, I was sprinting trying to beat the rising sun. We weren't supposed to be at the fields unless it was during work hours, otherwise the Peacekeepers think you are stealing their food, and they will shoot you in public. They did that to my Uncle Thomas because he was simply just going around for a walk and was picking flowers for his new baby; but they didn't know or care about that.

If the sun rose, I would surely get caught. I did not want the Peacekeepers spotting my dark skin that stood out like all of the other citizens in District Eleven. I think that is why they always catch so many of us.

I ran towards the orchards, and almost came to my destination. The orchards began to disappear and the trees became thicker, and it was now a regular forest. I quickly climbed a tree, this being the fastest time I have ever gotten here, and began hopping from tree to tree on the highest branches.

I discovered my talent when I was working late at night one time in the orchards. I was the only one on our team that had the night vision glasses, and was climbing at the very top of the tree. I was about to pick a big patch of cherries, but then stopped myself when I heard a buzzing noise.

We all knew what Tracker Jackers were, and there were attacks often. I looked around, and sure enough there was a giant nest full of working Tracker Jackers. They began to swarm around the cherries I was about to pick, and then they realized I was there even though I was staying very still. I was nine at the time.

They began to charge at me, and I knew what they did to you, so I panicked and jumped from the tree screaming. I sent off a whistle that had two notes that resembled a siren, and immediately people left the area knowing that there were Tracker Jackers that needed to be exterminated.

I somehow jumped far enough, and caught on to a branch silently. I began to climb higher as the swarm followed. I jumped from tree to tree narrowly making it each time. Even though I was nine, I probably was the size of most seven year olds.

I began to pick up speed, and eventually most of the Tracker Jackers got tired of chasing me. I scared a bunch of people who didn't have the glasses on because I just looked like a giant animal jumping with those awful bugs following me.

I then came to a forest, and there were just two left. I unfortunately got stung on my elbow, and it became harder to leap across the trees. They both left me, but I still kept on going deeper into the forest. I finally came into an opening that looked beautiful.

There were animals lazily grazing there, and blossoms where everywhere. In the middle of it all was a small little spring that gave off heat. Everything was green and soft, and I lay down to relax. I pulled out the stinger, and began crawling around looking for anything to help my sting.

In school they taught us all kinds of herbs that can help heal you, and edible plants. This helped the few that actually won the Hunger Games survive; we know how to find food, unlike the unfortunate others. But of course, we never get to use our knowledge of finding food because 95 to 96 percent of all the food we grow and harvest all goes out to the Capitol and other districts. We only get to keep so much.

So I knew of one plant that helps take the swelling down as well as making the venom leave your system. I found the plant I was looking for, and pulled off a few leaves. I put them in my mouth and chewed on them. They had no flavor, and it got all mushy really fast. As soon as I decided it was chewed enough, I stuck it onto my elbow, only to be full of relief a moment later. The pain immediately drained, and the clear venom was oozing out.

There wasn't much swelling to begin with, but what there was to begin with was now gone. Now I only looked like I got a small scratch from where the stinger entered my skin. I was tired afterwards from my leaping, so I lay my head down onto a soft patch of grass.

Immediately I dozed off, and when I woke up, I thought I had died and entered heaven. The beautiful meadow was still here, and I quickly climbed a willow tree. I saw many Mockingjay nests, and sang to the Mockingjays that occupied them. They sang back to me in many different choruses, and it was beautiful.

I smiled and laughed like this was the best thing that ever happened to me. It was. I found many berries, and I ate them hungrily. There were raspberries that were full of color and firm on the outside, but juicy and delicious on the inside. Immediately my small belly filled up. This was the most delicious thing I had ever eaten, and the most I had eaten until yesterday when I ate that rotten apple.

I loved this place, and it was my meadow. Rue Meadows' Meadow.

I knew it was risky, but I put some more berries into my pockets to take home to my family. I then hopped up into the willow tree that was the only tree in this small meadow that was located next to the small spring. I went to the very top and said goodbye, and then I quickly leapt over the treetops to make it home to try to explain to my team and family why I had disappeared the night before.

It probably looked bad. I ran away during my shift taking along those expensive glasses. One time they shot a little boy because he put them into his pockets to play with, and I did not want to end up like him so I was very scared. I was also late for my shift, so no doubt there was a big punishment waiting for me. Now I regretted taking home the berries because Peacekeepers would search me.

I got there and told the Peacekeepers what had happened and showed them the small scratch I had. I lied to them telling them I became delusional so I passed out then woke up finding those leaves. Thankfully the adults on my work shift team who had witnessed it were on my side and told the Peacekeepers the same thing. They didn't tell them how I had flied through the trees, and that was good.

I asked them if I could go home real quick to tell my parents I was okay, and they allowed me ten minutes. I ran really fast, and told them my story and held out the berries. They all ate it graciously because it was the most delicious thing we had ever eaten.

I then ran back really quick to work. I didn't tell anyone about my meadow. As punishment for "stealing" the glasses and running away, I worked for two weeks without getting any payment.

Ever since this incident, I have visited my meadow when I could. And I have also been practicing jumping from tree to tree; you never know if it can come in handy.

So that is where I am going now. Today I am going to bring home some strawberries from the patch I grew since Reaping would be tomorrow, and began to sing. The Mockingjays are all my friends and are used to my tunes. Even if I am not singing, I can hear them singing one of the many songs I teach them while I am working in the fields and orchards.

One of their favorite songs to sing is the four note melody that signals that work is done. The other one is a lullaby called The Meadow. My mother sings it to us all right before we go to sleep hoping tomorrow will be better and our dreams can help us last the night.

Today I decided to let all my friends know that I am here by singing some happy working song that easily began to spread throughout the birds. It was so beautiful and I was surrounded by the tune.

If anyone came from the Capitol to record Mockingjays singing, they would probably get rich off of it because everyone would love this. There is no way to not love the Mockingjays sing.

Singing is one of my favorite things to do, as well as climbing through the trees, flying like I am one of the Mockingjays that can be free…

I am about to hop onto my willow tree, but stop myself. There are two Peacekeepers there, and they are arguing about something. My hideaway is soiled. I can no longer come here if they know about it. My eyes begin to well up with tears. The sun is just barely rising, so they must have known about this spot for some time. There is no other way that they can beat me here if they were just wandering.

What is worse is that they took the mesh off of my strawberry patch, and ate all of them, and then they pulled out all the roots. It could not be saved. They then put up a camera on my tree. They know I am here, and there is no way I will ever let them see me.

I disappointedly leapt back to my house once they said they were going do searches through the town. They wanted to see who will be gone so they can know for sure who the person occupying the meadow is, and who is getting more food that they shouldn't be allowed to have.

I hated them. All of them. The Peacekeepers, the Capitol, and I hated the Gamemakers for creating the Hunger Games. This year I would be entered in the Reaping, and my name will be in that ball nine times. Once because I have to, then eight times for Tesserae; for my five siblings, parents, and me. I am the only one old enough now to be entered in the Games. Little did I know that my life is all about to change.

I got to my house quicker than it took me to get to the meadow, and hurriedly went into my room and crawled into bed. I used up a lot of energy, and now I was even more hungry than before. I hoped beyond hope that I will be able to someday make it to my meadow again. I needed more food, and so did my family. The Capitol is cruel that they won't even let us eat what we worked for and made.

I got only a few more minutes of sleep until my parents came bursting into my room. I had almost forgotten. There was a Pre-Reaping in District Eleven but they never show it. The district is very large, so each little part and town has a small Reaping that is not televised. Each year they send a certain amount of boys and girls to the real Reaping which is televised.

The numbers always change however because of the amount of people that can now be entered in, the people who are now done with the Games, and the amount of people that are sick or that died from starvation, too much labor, or some kind of other sickness that people rarely are lucky enough to get. Any death here is better than starving.

So this year I have to go. I completely forgot and feel sick in my stomach. I don't know if it is from the apple I ate, or because I am nervous. Probably the latter.

My mother silently came over to me and handed me a green dress. It sadly reminds me of the willow tree. It had many layers to it at the bottom, and it was the same shade of green on the dress as it was on the willow's leaves. I never knew we had this dress, and my mother told me it used to be hers. Her family was lucky and her parents were school teachers so they got slightly more money. But of course that didn't matter during harvest season. Everyone had to work in the fields then, even the Mayor.

"Here," she said sweetly to me, "for good luck." She not only gave me the dress, but also handed me some kind of wooden charm on a leather cord. It also had some colorful Mockingjay feathers on it, so I took it thankfully.

"Thanks, I will need this if…" I stopped talking and immediately I felt panicked.

My mom picked up my head in her hands and made me look into her eyes, "You won't get chosen Rue Meadows. I forbid it. It is very unlikely that a twelve year old ever gets chosen anyways." This calmed me at first, but then I remembered how many times my name was entered. I pointed this out to my mother.

"Not all twelve year olds have their name entered in nine times," I said. She just silenced me, and smiled. I realized how much I looked like her. How our whole family looks like her.

"Listen, where is the happy positive Rue I know? You are my blossoming flower, and you won't get chosen. This is not even the real Reaping. Come on, I will comb your hair. When I am done the family is going to have mint tea to drink, then we will go to the center of town. Understand?" I nodded, and handed her my brush.

My hair is very frizzy and often gets tangled, but somehow my mother straightened it all out softly and my hair looked very beautiful today. Then she grabbed a small amount of hair in the front, swirled it in her finger, and then pinned it to my head near the back. I made a mental note on how to make my hair look like that again.

We then walked inside the small kitchen we have that is really the size of a small shack. Our whole house is probably the size of a large shed or so. There is only one bathroom, two bedrooms, and then the small kitchen. The whole house is made out of poor wood, and often it is very cold. The whole town is made this way. Our town is one of the less appealing villages in District Eleven.

Nervously I finished my tea, and we were on our way to the town square. I see all of the people I know from both school and the orchards. I said goodbye to my family, and walked into the roped off area for the twelve year old girls like me. It was so crowded that I was barely able to breathe. But then again I was so nervous I doubted I would be able to breathe in any situation.

We had seven victors in just seventy-three years. This is the seventy-fourth games, one hopefully I will never have to attend.

The victors in our town all sat on stage together. Everyone recognizes their faces, but the only one I really know is Chaff. He is the drunken one so it is hard to ignore him. Then there is also Becca Clime, who was the last female tribute who could possibly be my mentor. She is just twenty three.

My heart began to pound louder as one of the Peacekeepers went onto the stage. The district escort, Pepper Drang, only makes her appearance at the televised Reaping tomorrow.

She is some preppy woman with purple skin and gold tattoos; a lot of people call her Preppy Pepper. She colors her hair a bright yellow that is as bright as the sun, so it is hard to look at. Her teeth glint brightly too, so everything about her must be fake and Capitalized. She is slightly overweight, and we citizens of District Eleven greatly wish to be big like her. Then she always wears some cloak over a leather outfit that is a different color each year. I wonder which color she chooses this year.

Usually she matches Caesar Flickerman since they are apparently friends, so whatever color she chooses, is probably what our gracious host will be wearing too.

The Peacekeeper mumbled something about wanting a better job, and went to the ball. He was about to pull out a slip, but then remember to say something, "Oh ya, Happy Reaping! May the odds be ever in your favor!" There were no speeches at the small Reaping, only the televised one because it saves time. We all have to watch it anyways, so it makes sense. It is also partly because they need to haul off the next victims to the District's small capitol.

"Danny Graceling," the Peacekeeper called out as an eighteen year old girl walked to the stage in a cream colored, long, flowy dress. My heart began to beat faster.

"Now the boy's turn," said the Peacekeeper smiling like the sicko he is. "There will be eighteen boys, and twenty girls called this year, but we are instructed to go back and forth because we want each of you to have a better chance of getting chosen."

"Robert Gilles! Stacie Turner! Blake Greene! Alethia Burie! Gabe Daniels! Joshua Blankets!" All of the names flied by, and I don't think he noticed that he skipped the girl's ball when he said the last boy. I wasn't even paying attention to most of the names; I just realized that mine hadn't been called.

The last tribute, Josh, who is fourteen walked to the stage, and the Peacekeeper walked back to the girl's ball. Every single person held their breath, and I was on my toes having me arms slightly extended like I see the Mockingjays do right before they take off so they can be free in the air.

Time seemed to slow as the Peacekeeper carelessly threw his hand in the ball, and it fell to the ground and shattered with hundreds of names flying everywhere; my name was there somewhere, all nine of them. Embarrassed he picked up the first name that he saw at his feet and held it up to his face.

"Rue Meadows!" I froze. I had been called, and now I needed to go walk to the stage where my family and I will be hauled off to the center of our district for the real Reaping.

I slowly moved one foot after another as people looked around. I saw my mother and father weeping, but this wasn't even a big deal. I would just have my name entered in an even bigger ball. I guess people couldn't see me because of my size because they were moving everywhere looking for me.

"Rue Meadows," yelled the Peacekeeper again angrily. I waved my hand, and people then moved out of my way as I walked towards the stage.

He looked at me angrily, and I scanned the crowd. Everyone had a sad face on, and all of us chosen kids had to shake hands. The Peacekeeper then decided to ask if anyone wanted to volunteer and for whom, but nobody budged. So we thirty-eight kids were officially going to participate in the real Reaping that could lead to our deaths in the Games.

It took us a while to get off stage and to the Mayor's house, but then they had us inside a giant long car, and out families were behind us. The drive seemed to be taking forever, and none of us talked. I silently said goodbye to my meadow and the orchards just in case I don't come back. I fell asleep in the car, but eventually the driver was yelling at me to get out waking me up.

We all walked onto a train that would lead to our District's Capitol, and all I can do is think about how big our district is. My family got our own car in the train that was bigger than our house, and we sat there quietly not daring to say a word.

The Reaping was not over yet, and I still have a chance in being a tribute in the Games. I just hope the odds are in my favor and I never get chosen.

There you go…the beginning of the end. Please review, I love where this story is going! I need at least two to continue, remember, this is for Rue.

Here is a little competition I will start:

After every chapter, you can review, but then you can also leave a message for Rue. If I like your message most for the chapter, then you get a virtual cookie (: :), and in the next author's note I will include your message for Rue for everyone to see, as well as saying who won it, and you get your cookie, etc.

The person who gets the most virtual Cookies (: :) will get to be one of her sponsors in the game at any time I choose, and I will send an unknown gift to her. And then of course, the bread will be the ultimate prize.

This story is for Rue, and she will always be in our hearts! *3 (Two Reviews needed to continue) Let her story be told! –Kinsey

Oh, and I will be writing this story with the book in front of me, so that way I can play the events just right, and also use direct quotes…but this might make me update slower…just saying. Especially since right now I am lending out my book, but right now I can go wild since Rue wasn't in mentioned in the book yet…Anyways! Remember to Review, and participate in my competition for Rue!