Note: I do not own the Hunger Games. I'm simply borrowing characters from the fantastic Hunger Games trilogy, which Suzanne Collins wrote and owns. I am adding new characters as well, but I do not own the Hunger Games or any characters in it.

This is for new readers(I will update this as I go): I have been editing this fanfic. Right now I updated chapter 11, Frozen and Scared, and the edited chapters are completely different from what I had before. You will read chapter 11 and go on to 12 and be completely confused. I'm sorry for the slow editing. I'm trying to get more inspiration for the story and I'm trying to get everything out that I want, so enjoy!:)

Chapter 1:

The Reaping

I'm running. Running fast as I can to get away from him. I don't know who him is. All I know is that he is going to murder me. I feel this sense of danger of no matter how far I get from him. I finally come to a stop. I try to catch my breath and slow my heartbeat, but the sense of danger is still there.

I sit in a small field with flowers just blooming. White, purple, blue, pink, and yellow flowers dot the grass. I look up and see the hunter in front of me. He holds a trident in his hands. His fist closes around the trident and he looks at me with his icy blue eyes. He smirks at me with an arrogant smile.

I stand frozen to the ground like a statue. I can't move. I can't even open my mouth to scream or call out for help to an unknown person. He moves towards me with a few steps. We stand ten feet apart. He says nothing and twirls his trident in his hand. I can feel his tension of him holding back of killing me. He looks into my eyes like he is seeing my soul.

I can hear what he wants to say to me, "You are going to die. You will die. I will kill you. Just watch me."

As he throws his trident, I watch his smirk turn into a full smile with teeth and all. I stare at his straight, pearly white teeth. I scream as I feel the trident enter my abdomen.

I wake up in a cold sweat. I see that my blanket is like a cocoon. I pull them off and walk over to the window. I realize it is almost morning. I could go hunting, but I missed the time to actually get some good game or actual game, to say the least. The workers who cut down the trees have to go outside the fence, but they are heavily guarded by peacekeepers. The fence has a gate that leads out to the woods. The time they leave and come back is the only time the fence is not electrified. That makes it easy for me to slip in and out without getting killed. Their have been days where I get stuck outside the fence and I just have to stay out of sight.

My mother starts to make breakfast while I feed the two goats that I won in an auction, the goats babies, and my cat that catches the pest that try to eat the game I catch. I pet my cat, which is a fluffy calico cat, before I make breakfast. I named him Hunter after him killing the rats in the cabinets. I usually kill my food with my axes, but on occasions I have to kill them with my knives.

When I come back inside I see the picture of me and my brother in the butcher shop. He was nine and I was five. He was trying to teach me how to skin a rabbit. Let's just say I was horrified by the rabbit. I can skin animals now, but I can't get the picture of that rabbit out of my head. I remember him so clearly and I remember how he died, too.

It was last year when he was killed. My brother was just dragging a deer to the butcher shop, my family are butchers. We catch meat from outside the fence, but most of the time the meat comes from District 10. The peacekeepers caught him. They knew they could buy the deer later if they wanted to, but Johanna Mason won the games that year and District 7 was on close watch because of her. They would have turned away like nothing happened, but if word got out about him dragging the deer through the District then the whole District would be under more security. It's not like we have enough of it.

After breakfast, I washed myself in the cold water bathtub. Good thing its hot out today and not freezing or I would get pneumonia or the influenza. I really don't bathe during the winter unless I get hot water. I made my white dress yesterday. It took the money I earned last week to get the supplies to make it. I didn't have clothes that were suitable for the reaping today, so I had to make my dress. I put on my underclothes and the dress.

My dress is more like a gown. The dress is held up with two straps and flows down all the way to my feet. I made it for my cousin's wedding that is coming up. Her name is Tara and I wanted a nice dress to wear to her wedding. I braid my hair into a fishtail that falls over my shoulder and over my right breast. I put on a pair of white flats that I had to trade a baby goat for.

I breed the two goats since they are a male and female. The goats make good milk, cheese, and butter and good baby goats that I sell and trade. Right now I have two baby goats that were just born. I'm keeping both because they are male and female and I'm going to wait for the baby goat that is on the way until I decide what to do with them.

I sit on my bed and think about my dream some more. Was it a warning sign? Am I just nervous that I dreamt of the hunger games? Am I worrying too much? Am I going to be reaped?

I roll my eyes with a big ugggh and sit up. I need to distract myself from over analyzing my dream. I walk over to the dirty sink in my kitchen and wash the dishes. I make my bed. Clean the table and counter tops that are all empty except for a vase with a sunflower from the meadow behind my house. I live in the shop part of the district which they call the townies, because we all own shops. The poor part of our District is near the gate that leads out of our District. We call them the wooders, because all the poor families have to work cutting down trees for lumber, chip wood for paper and other supplies, prepare wood fro shipping, or plant knew trees. They are the only ones allowed outside the fence, but they are watched by large amounts of peacekeepers like I said. My father was a wooder until he met my mom.

My mother comes from a butcher family, and she knows how to skin the meat of my game. She taught me how to skin after my brother traumatized me, but I'm not as good as her. My aunt and uncle own a clothing store. They really don't sell clothes. They make clothes for people who ask and repair clothes. They taught me how to sew, but my mother taught me how to knit and crochet.

My mother sits in her rocking chair and stares out the window at the meadow while crocheting a new sweater. I rather stick to hunting and sewing then making a sweater from a ball of yarn. I work at drawing my name in cursive and watch my mother work at the sweater. Her hands crochet the navy blue yarn I got for her as a reaping day present. She intricately crochets the sweater while I draw my name horribly. Her dark auburn hair waves all the way down to her butt. I got her beige skin color, but I received my father's curly dirty blonde hair. My parents were both tall, but I somehow got average height. My mother is a stick, but I somehow got the hourglass shape. My aunt has the hour-glass shape and so does Tara, but Tara is very tall. Her husband is even taller.

Eventually my aunt, uncles, Tara, Tara's fiancé, and my two other cousins. My aunts husband had to learn butchery just like their kids Tara and Ash have to. Tara's fiancé is learning how to run the business and be butcher while learning how sew, knit, and crochet. That boy is learning too much and I won't be surprise if he takes over his parents apothecary business. My uncle, my mother's brother, lost his wife when during giving birth to my cousin Cerrie. Cerrie is the youngest of everyone is the Gaeming family. She is only five and she is very shy. She has her mothers straight jet black hair and her father's green eyes. The green eyes run in the family, but I inherited the infamous hazel eyes that most people in District 7 have. Tara is tall and curvy which attracted Kyl, her fiancé. Kyl comes from the wealthy apothecaries of District 7 who have four girls and one boy, Kyl. Tara has my mother and her mother's wavy auburn hair and green eyes and has bangs that go straight across her forehead. She inherited her loud mouth and funny jokes from her father. Ash is kind of the same. He is attractive like Tara, but he doesn't have the auburn hair, beige skin, or green eyes. He has messy sandy blonde hair, olive skin, and hazel eyes. He is very muscular and all the girls in his fifteen year old age group go crazy over him. He is outgoing like his sister and father, but I'm always the quiet one. I have tough skin, stubbornness, and keep to myself. Everyone in my family is nurturing and loving, so I am too.

We head into town. I sign in, and I start walking slowly to my roped off area. "Hey walk faster," a peackeeper orders me. He shoves me hard with his gun.

"Ow, I'm going," I tell him with a roll of my eyes. He grabs me by my arm.

"What did you just say?" he asks with malice in his eyes.

"Nothing, but I'm just going to go to the roped off area faster," I tell him nonchalantly. My father always told me to shut my mouth and do what everyone says, but I have always had trouble with that.

"That's what I thought," he says and shoves my in the back. I walk a faster pace towards my roped off area. I'm not scared of them, but I rather not be killed the reaping begins. I look back behind the roped off areas. I see my mother biting her nails and my aunt rubbing her chest like she does when she is nervous. My uncle holds Cerrie as Cerrie hides in his shoulder.

I stand in the seventeen year old girl section and rub the spots I was shoved at. I look around for Ash and see him whispering to his friend, Bruce.

"Welcome, welcome," says our new speaker for the reaping. He is short and plump with pumpkin orange hair, pumpkin orange outfit, and his face stretched back so much that it looks like he is always smiling. His forehead was brought far back and his lips are very full. He would be a pumpkin with a stem coming out of his head.

"Welcome to the 72nd hunger games, and may the odd be ever in your favour," he says and yadda yadda with the rest we all know about the video.

"Now lets pick the girls," he says. He walks over to the big bowl that is filled with all of the girls in my district in the age range of 12-18. He moves his hand around in a circular motion. He then dives his hand down deep into the bowl and picks out one strip of paper.

"Aspen Gaeming," he says. I hear my mother and family gasp and scream. I hear little Cerrie screaming, "No! No! No!" The world just stops and I can't breathe. I start gasping for air. I know whats going to happen in the arena. That guy is going to kill me. I'm going to die.

Everyone moves away from me like I have the influenza. I fall to the ground. I start hyperventilating. My anxiety attack continues while the peacekeepers throw me over their shoulders. I'm taken up to the stage. They wait for me to calm down so they can pick out the unfortunate boy.

I hold back tears and keep a straight face. I act like nothing happened and I didn't have an anxiety attack. "So everyone here is Aspen Gaeming," the speaker says with a roll of his eyes. I glare at him and say, "I like to be dramatic time to time."

. The speaker rolls his eyes again and states, "Now the boys."

He walks over and picks out the first paper he sees because hes a little frustrated with how the reaping is going."Spruce Trebelstone," he says. I hear gasps coming from a wooder family. The boy walks up to the stage as everyone makes a small path for him to the stage. He doesn't freak out like I did, but you can tell he is nervous by his shaking hands. He gulps and sweeps back his blonde hair out of his face with shaky hands. You notice that he has the green eyes and freckles spotted around his nose and eyes. You can tell he is built and cuts down trees for a part-time job, due to his shirt outlining his muscles. He is tall, but shorter than 6 foot 8. I'm only 5 foot 7. He over towers me and will over power me.

"Now shake hands you two, go on," instructs the speaker. I gulp again and wipe my sweaty palms on my dress and face Spruce. I look into his eyes and see that he will be a big threat and a danger. He cocks a smile and shakes my hand. I give him a smile that means I'm a threat and you better know it. We then face the audience. I look for my family again, but all I see are faces that know they are going to lose someone they love.

"Here are the tributes of District 7," says the speaker. He takes our hands and bring them up over our head like that we are proud, but I just lock my face with my mother who has tears running down her face. I know at that moment I had to win these games.