A/N: So, anyone miss me? Probably not. I bet you all want to pelt me with tomatoes for not updated any of my other stories. Well, I'm REALLY sorry about that. It's just school has been a hassle these last few months and I rarely ever have time to get on my laptop and write another chapter for any of my stories. So instead, I'm going to start this story whose idea has been bugging me for a LONG time now. So, without further ado, I hope you will enjoy this and don't forget to read and review!

Disclaimer: The Hunger Games does not belong to me in any way. Only MY characters belong to me, along with everything else that I create or make up.

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For the Love of the Game

Prologue

They were always known for being together. The two were never apart, nor separate. Always they went and came back with each other. And they looked just alike, except for the eyes. One had grey, the other had blue. Even though they shared this one distinction, no one could ever tell them apart. Their names were, so to say, Katniss and Kyla.

The twin girls were always known for being outside, playing with two leather gloves their father had fashioned out of deerskin, and a small ball made of twine, which was covered in more soft leather. They would play catch down in the meadow, and come home covered in grime from too much running (in their mother's opinion) and sliding in effort to catch a low thrown ball. The game, though they didn't know it, was called 'baseball' back before the Dark Days.

The town girls from school called them weird and "boyish", while the boys thought they were anything they could have ever wanted in a girl. Katniss was known as the older and quieter one of the two, while Kyla was known for being the younger one, but more open and friendly with others.

In school, they defended each other from as far as the school bully to the obnoxious boys and girls that always poked fun at them. They helped each other with what seemed like ever growing homework each night, while still finding time to go play a round of catch with their gloves and (what they called) their baseball, and finishing up the evening out in the forest where they would hunt for their family's evening meal.

At the age of eleven, when their father died in a mining accident, and their mother retreated into herself, the twins took it upon themselves to protect and take care of their little sister, Primrose, and whatever pieces were left of their family. They hunted every day after school and were finding less and less time each day to follow their passion, the game of baseball.

Years earlier, when they were nine, their father had helped them put together two bats made of wood from the bark of the forest trees. Immediately afterward, the two had tried them out and found that they loved them. They hid them away somewhere where no one could find them, and only took them out when they were to practice with them. But what hurt the most, especially to the twins, was that just weeks before their father's untimely demise, he had returned home with two baseball caps, one green and one blue, just for his girls. The two had thanked him so many times in the days that followed, and still wondered how he had spared the money to purchase two very expensive baseball caps. They waved off the thought, though.

So even now, at the age of sixteen, the twin's love for the game of baseball had not decreased, but had more than likely increased! Yes, they still missed their father, who they knew was in a better place, but they knew things were getting better. Their mother was slowly coming back to her old self (or what was possible to), and they were beginning to find more and more time to practice with their gloves and bats. But what they didn't know was that fate was just about to take turn for the worst.

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A/N: So, do you like it so far? You can let me know in a review that would brighten my day so very much… or you can leave a story alert, or favorite story alert. That works too.

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