Author's note- This is my first story on here, and I would appreciate constructive criticism so I am able to improve my writing to the best of my ability. In the reviews, if anyone is reading this, could you please let me know if you think I should continue with my story, thank you. This Hunger Games story is through the eyes of Sienna of District 9.

Disclaimer- I don't own The Hunger Games, unfortunately, those amazing books were written by Suzanne Collins.

Chapter 1- The Quarter Quell Announcement

I woke to find the large room I shared with my brothers and sisters empty. I squinted through the darkness that shrouds the room in dull light, only being able to make out the silhouettes of the body less three beds scattered around the room. Unusually, I couldn't feel little Kate's body heat beside me radiating off her as she lay snuggled up under my covers with me in my bed. I lazily raised my arm and ran it over where my little sister would always be if she got scared by shadows at night or by nightmares on the night before reaping day, even though she was only ten. I thought she was worried for us who were eligible in the house. My nails scraped over the mattress, searching blindly for her, but my effort was futile and the mattress was bare. I sighed before sitting upright and stretching out my aching limbs; it felt like I had slept for days! Rubbing at my eyes something clicked in my brain. It was the announcement of the Quarter Quell twist today.

This year was a Quarter Quell. The 200th year of the Hunger Games, the eighth quell, promising to be completely different from anything before, with a new rule and twist just for this year. We hadn't found that out yet though, we'd be told a day before the reaping on live television that was filmed all the way from President Youth's mansion in the heart of the Capitol and sent out to all twelve of the districts that made up Panem. Today we were going to be told the twist by President Youth. It was mandatory to watch, even if you were ill, starving or dying, you had to watch the television.

The Districts were forced to watch, some eagerly awaiting, like the career children from one, two and four, but I knew my family, and all of seven, eight, nine, ten eleven and twelve were not. The Quell twists were always horrible, putting out lying districts like mine through more struggles to survive. Our district population was lacking as it was, many people dying from illnesses we were not allowed to treat with the medicine we made. It was terrible, walking down the street knowing people were dying because the Capitol refused us to use our own goods we produced to help the weak.

That was one of the main reasons I hated the Capitol. They sat there living their oh-so-perfect lives, using all the products we produced, when we were left out in the cold, slowly withering and dying like plants giving up on growing. The other was obviously their power. They kept us like we kept the rabbits for testing- locked away in a pen.

I swung out of the bed, my uncovered foot gingerly touching the cold wood floor before I strode over to our small window, opening the thin curtain, the bright sun burning my eyes. I flinched, stepping back away from the light. They adjusted soon enough, and I stood at the window. Kate and her twin Jack were out on the green, lush lawn outside our fair sized house. We had one of the nicer, slightly bigger houses in the district having three bedrooms, a bathroom and a kitchen that joined with a living room and even our own bit of land. It was because my dad was one of the higher authorities in the medicine creation center where all most everyone in the area worked. We weren't starving, but we weren't ever full, not really, but we managed fine. We had to, mum, dad, my brother- Tyth and I, to keep the younger ones okay and out of the Hunger Games where possible.

I headed down to the living room, hurriedly pulling on a fresh shirt and yesterday's brown trousers, hoping I hadn't missed the Quell announcement. As I walked in Kate and Jack ran through the door, promptly bumping into me.

"Hello Sienna." Kate said with a smile and Jack with his slight lisp.

"Hello you two." I grinned and ruffled their blonde hair they got from our mum. In our district they were the ray of sunshine, the two happy ten year olds always helping people out, standing out in the crowd with their stunning blonde hair against the common dark brown for our district. They were exactly the same at home, always smiling, offering to help mum with the house work, something Tyth and I had never done.

My mum appeared next to the twins, a nervous smile lingering on the lips. "Morning Si, sleep well?" she wiped her hands on her white apron anxiously. I nodded.

"The announcement is soon; your dad thinks you should all come into the lounge now. Breakfast is in there too if you're hungry Si."

"Thanks mum. You're wiping your hands again." I grabbed them in mine, stopping them twitching.

"Sorry, nervous habit- the quell…"

"Calm down, the chances are me and Tyth will get reaped are low. Have you seen the poor kids taking out at least five lots of tessera each?"

"You're right." She nodded hastily, avoiding my gaze. "Come on, it's going to start soon."

We all sat in the living room, me with Tyth in the cushioned chairs with cereal bowls on our laps, shoveling the food into our hungry mouths. The twins sat at our feet on the floor, play fighting on the thin carpet whilst waiting for the television in the corner to automatically start up. Mum's hands were still fidgeting, and I gave dad a look. He took her hands in his and kissed them. "It's just the announcement, not the reaping yet, calm down." He smiled softly, hugging her close as the Capitol seal flashed up on screen and the anthem started up, blaring through the tiny speaker, trying and succeeding to get everyone's attention. The camera flicked to live mode, focusing on President Youth as he stepped up onto his podium on the mansion balcony. He looked like he always did; bright piercing blue eyes, his whites bloodshot and his grey eyebrows turning down in a frown. His hair was snow white, making his eyes seem even redder, and a startling contrast to his blue iris. He opens his oddly thin, pale lips and began his speech.

"I, the fourth president of Panem, President Youth,"

I snorted, eying his white hair and grey eyebrows. Dad gave me a disapproving glance, but he was smiling too.

"Today will announce the twist for this year's Hunger Games Quarter Quell, written back after the first rebellion. But first," he pulled a piece of paper from his navy blue blazer pocket. I sighed. "As previous Presidents have made a ritual of at the event, our nation's history."

Brilliant. Not like we had heard it before or leaned it in school. I rolled my eyes.

"Panem, our home, our world, is strong. Wars and natural disasters killed the world, the previous places on Earth, but we rose up. Panem rose from the ashes of defeat, from death of the previous world. A Capitol, the Captiol," cue loud cheers and screams from the Capitol viewers lining the streets around the mansion. "Surrounded by thirteen districts, but the dark days were upon us. The Districts rose up against the Capitol, but were soon tamed by the good Capitol, not before abolishing district thirteen, resulting in the birth of the Hunger Games. The alive twelve Districts lived in line, until the 74th Games, where threatening double suicide, we were forced to crown two winners, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. They returned the next year for the Quarter Quell, but were broken out of the arena by rebel forces. Katniss, the face of the rebellion, we killed, before she could do much damage, by mass bombing District 12 and 13 where she was taking refuge. The bombing ensured her death, ending the short rebellion."

He flipped the page, and began to read the previous Quarter Quell twists. They flashed into my mind as he said them.

First Quell- Every District voted for their tributes.

Second Quell- Twice as many tributes were sent into the arena, the battle of forty eight tributes that year instead of twenty four.

Third Quell- Tributes were reaped from the existing pool of Victors.

Forth Quell- Only weapons were available from the Cornucopia.

Fifth Quell- There was no sponsors allowed.

Sixth Quell- There was no Cornucopia.

Seventh Quell- There was two different arenas, and each tribute could only advance to the next arena when they had found there way through a tunnel system.

I had learned them of by heart. Not by choice, but at school since I was able to talk. The history of the Games was considered terribly important at school, despite the district trembling in fear every year round.

"And for this, the eighth Quarter Quell of the Hunger Games, the twist is to be…" He plucks an envelope from a young Capitol boy colored brown from age, which originally must've been red. The number '200' was printed on it in silver. The President worked the piece of card from the envelope. He frowned, reading it in his head before saying it out loud.

"This year the tributes will be split equally into two groups, and all remaining from one group can be crowned Victors if the other entire group is dead." His voice quivered slightly as it came through the speakers and the whole of my family gasped, even the twins. Only one was ever allowed to live! Last time more than one won they were killed by the Capitol. The Capitol citizens weren't sure how to react.

"This is to show the Capitol's gratitude to the Districts for living in peace for so long. This year, more than one can live."