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To Miss Katniss Everdeen,

Daughter of Mr. Andrew Everdeen, Government Intelligence,

And Mrs. Corrine Everdeen, Lead Doctor of District 12 Hospital and Clinic.

You have been invited based on your perfect A record and social status to attend the Panem League School, Panem High School.

We hope you will join the Elite children of the Country.

Signed,

Alma Coin, Dean of Panem High School.

..: Important Information:..

Panem High

Location: The Capitol

Tuition: $600,000 a year.

No Financial Aid of any kind, though Scholarships are available.

..: Requirements :..

One parent of the student must be making more than20 million a year, and must have ties to the President.

Perfect A Record.

At least 1 outstanding ability:

Athletics

Arts

Medical

"What have you got there Katniss?" My mother asks me and I hastily hide the pamphlet behind my back.

"N-nothing." I stutter and she looks sharply at me. She just shrugs her shoulders with an air of finality and turns to order a maid to clean up the kitchen after one of Prim's failed cooking attempts.

I sigh and then look back at the pamphlet that my parents had received in the mail.

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I'm 16. I have thick, long mahogany colored hair and gray eyes. I have pale sin which is unusual for District 12, the poorest District in Panem. I have a beautiful face, according to people, and have been offered several roles in movies in the Capitol.

We used to be lowest and poorest of paupers. We lived in a beaten up shed and my dad was gone, presumed dead in a mining accident. I was the sole provider for my family. My mother slipped into depression and would just lay in bed and stare at the wall, not answering any of my pleas for her to help us. My little sister Primrose and I were dying. I had boiled some mint leaves that I found in the back of our cupboard and we tried to live off of it for a few days. A boy named Peeta Mellark had saved our lives by throwing me a loaf of bread later that day, and I owe him to this day. After that, I had learned to hunt in the restricted area of District 12 and finally we were able to live without fear of starvation.

Then, my father had returned. He had never really died in a mining explosion. He was an undercover Government Agent for President Snow himself. Honestly, after learning that my dad worked for the vile man who killed 23 kids every year in the Annual Hunger Games, I had lost some respect for him.

Can you guess who came out of depression when my dad came back, with extensive wealth from his undercover job? That's right! My mother! She became quite the mother and wife, acting as if she had been taking care of me all along. So things were stressed with my parents.

Because of his high up job, we became very wealthy and were even asked by President Snow to move to the Capitol, granting us citizenship.

My mother was ecstatic and was already packing our bags when I had arrived from school.

I nearly had a fit when I heard what she was doing and had stormed out of the house.

I came back 3 days later, after camping out in the woods. I did pretty well; maybe if I ever got reaped into the Hunger Games, Id actually have a shot.

I could tell my father wanted to go, but after he saw how unhappy I was, he sadly told President Snow that we weren't ready to move.

My mother refused to talk to me for a few days, but eventually she apologized for her actions.

Prim was strangely quiet in all of this, and I knew the dear little angel would not want to be a problem to anybody.

So that was the summary of my life. I attended the only Private School in District 12, and I wish I could have gone to the public one instead. Gale, my best friend went to the public school and I missed not being able to see him.

Some kids in the District liked me, and others hated me. Or my family I should say.

But then we had received the pamphlet in the mail on Panem High, an exclusive school for the children of the Elite. To even receive something in the mail from them is a huge deal. My mother was excited to see it, but then I suppose the large price tag made her change her mind.

I suppose I would just have to convince my dad.

So that was why I helped Millicent, one of our maids, make a dinner of Turkey Soup with some gravy; my dad's favorite meal.

Prim walks through the front door and skips to the kitchen.

"Katniss!" she says excitedly and rushes to give me a hug. "Hey little duck!" I say tickling her and she giggles.

"Guess what!" she says, her voice sounding more like an exclamation then a question.

"What?" I ask her playfully and she squeals, her blonde curls slashing across her face.

"I got invited to attend Panem Middle School!" She manages to get out and my face lights up at her excitement.

I understand her excitement. Why—I felt the same way when I received my invite.

Back in the dark days of my life, at school, Panem High was any teenagers dream. The luxury, the important people there. The odds of a kid in District 12 to go to Panem High was—I don't even know how to put it. No one in District 12 has ever gone to Panem High. Currently, only kids from 1, 2, and 4 have ever attended.

Your parents not only have to have the 600 grand, but they have to have a high position in Society, and have to make at least 20 million a year. You also have to have ties to the President. Not even normal children who are citizens in the Capitol can attend there, despite their wealth.

"So…" Prim trails off and looks at me shyly.

I mentally shake myself. She must have been talking to me for a while.

"Yes?" I ask her and she looks embarrassed. "It's okay Prim; you can tell me or ask me anything."

She nods and then blurts out hastily, "Can you ask mom if we can go because I'm too embarrassed to ask. We'd have to move to the Capitol, and I feel selfish."

I laugh. "Prim, it's not selfish to want to go to a Panem League School." I tell her laughingly and she does blushes.

As if on cue, my dad walks into the kitchen and takes inhales.

"Kat, is that some Turkey soup?" he says while leaning over to kiss my head and then he kisses Prim.

I grin. "Yup. Perfect for some important discussions." I tell my dad with a grin to Primrose.

He raises an eyebrow. "Okay. I have some pretty big news too." He says and I can tell that he thinks we aren't going to like it.

:….:….:…..:…..:…:

"This is delicious Katniss." My mother tells me taking another sip of her soup.

I give her a tentative smile.

"So dad…what was your big news?" Prim asks politely.

The table is silent for a moment as he clears his throat.

"Now, I know Katniss won't like this, but…" He starts and looks at me apologetically.

"We're moving to the Capitol!" My mother trills excitedly and Prim and I squeal with delight.

"Wait—you're not mad?" My dad says puzzled and my mother beams with delight.

"Not really—Prim and I were invited to attend Panem Middle School, and Panem High School!" I drop the bomb and my mother jumps out of her chair with a shout of joy.

"Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!" she squeals and gives me a huge hug.

"Panem High School and Panem Middle School. This is unreal." She says and my father is surprised as well.

"President Snow must be happy with the job I have done." He says with satisfaction and takes a piece of bread.

The next few minutes are spent with talks of moving. We would leave in 2 days, so tomorrow I would need to say goodbye to my friends. My father had to be closer to the Government buildings in The Capitol, so everything would work out nicely.

That night, when everyone is fast asleep, I climb out of my window as usual, and put my sleeping bag on the large branch if the large willow tree that sits near my window.

I fall asleep with restless dreams of Panem High School, The Hunger Games, and my best friend.