Ok, this is the only Author's Note through the entire story until the very end. Likewise, this is the only DISCLAIMER so pay attention. I'm planning for this story to read just like an actual book or as close to one as possible. I've been working on it since the end of January so if you decide to criticize me, go ahead, depending on how accurate it is, I'll see if I follow it. Sometimes, I might tear down the fourth wall and make it seem as though Kaos is writing this rather than just recounting the events. Anyway this is a female/female story, so if you're not into that... *shrug* it's not my problem. I have nothing against it (obviously). Anyway the story is narrated in first person by a kickass chick with a very BIG secret. So, try to enjoy it if you can. If not... *shrug* again, it's not my problem, it's YOUR preference. Curiosity hasn't killed THIS cat so try it out. Now, DISCLAIMER (I said it twice and all caps so yes, I'm going to actually do it): I do not own anything in the Hunger Games universe and I am not looking to make any profit from this, merely to entertain readers with the joyous ideas created by Suzanne Collins. Enjoy

Chapter One

I sighed as I expertly threw my knife and killed yet another rabbit. I was in the forest on my own again because I had to do the day's hunting. Most would wonder why a fifteen-year-old was in the woods hunting when there should be a man doing it instead. Well, what most don't know is that my father is too busy running a dairy shop and my mother was constantly somewhere else, so I had to fend for myself when it came to getting meat for us to eat.

This was my fifth rabbit today and hopefully that meant that I could get a good amount of food for the family feast tonight. Yes, you guessed it: today was the Reaping. I was the only one in my family still eligible. I was eligible for another three years after this one and then someone else would have to take my place. I sighed again; it's a thing with me, I do it a lot.

Slinging the five rodents over my shoulder, I began making my way to the Black Market. I loved calling it that because it made me feel better than calling it the Hob. I approached Greasy Sae first because she was my highest paying customer. I was going to sell four of the rabbits today and keep one for my family. One of the rabbits was for the Birdseed family, who loved to stew them and another was for the Plantiwether family, who loved to roast rabbits. Greasy Sae examined the rabbits and chose a medium-sized one, giving me fresh greens in return for it.

"Oh, Kaos?" I turned back with a puzzled expression. "I've got a special treat for you. Since you're always bringing down meat for my broths and stews and soups, I'm gonna give ya somethin' special fer yer family's feast tonight."

I watched her curiously as she handed me a basket. "Fresh strawberries, eh? Fer you and yer parents. That ought to get ther spirits up a pint."

"Thanks Sae. See you at the Reaping today."

"Count on it."

I was back on the move. When I arrived at the Birdseed residence, the male opened the door. He thought he intimidated me because of his hulking size, but I simply stared up at him patiently, waiting for him to speak.

"Do you have the rabbit?" he growled out slowly.

"Yes, I do. Do you have my pay?" He raised an eyebrow.

"What pay? The Missus never said anything about paying you."

I sighed in frustration. "Mrs. Birdseed usually gives me half a loaf of bread and a cob of corn in return for the rabbit."

The man scratched his head and sighed. "Pity, you're a trustworthy one. I was hoping you would lie about it so I could report you for thievery. Alright then, here's your pay." He handed me a basket with the food in it and I handed over the rabbit. He took it with a grunt of thanks and slammed the door.

I whistled to myself as I trekked next door to the Plentiwether house. Thankfully, Mrs. Plentiwether was the one to open the door. We exchanged a few words on my father and she gladly handed me another half loaf of bread and some carrots. I gave her a soft polite smile in thanks and hurried back home.

Setting the food on the table with a note, I went to my room to get dressed. Mother and Father slept out in the open area and I had the small room in the back of the house. They agreed that I should have my privacy and I wholeheartedly went with it as long as they didn't do their marriage business on the kitchen table. Stripping myself down, I quickly washed any dirt or filth from my hair and body before wrapping a towel around myself and looking through my closet. I found the gaudy dress Mother wanted me to wear for the Reapings, but I refused to get into anything that made me uncomfortable.

Finding the clean set of clothing that I always kept for special occasions and slid into it. Wringing out my shoulderblade-length red-blonde hair, I nimbly braided it down the back and lounged on my bed for a moment. I must have dozed off for a few moments because the next thing I knew, my mother was knocking at my door telling me that the Reaping was soon to start.

"Meet you there, Mother!" I called, slipping out of my window and stealing down the street. They knew I would be there already so they knew to just come on their own… and that's the way they liked it.

I stood among the other fifteen-year-old girls, all of them with terror on their faces. I don't get why everyone here is always so afraid of death; I mean, it's nothing to laugh at, but I'm not going to cry for it. I couldn't believe Effie Trinket was still even alive, to be honest, but I guess the Capitol had developed something or other to make her still look young, they probably did it to all the people there.

Anyway, Effie began speaking and I had to stop myself from covering my ears at how shrill her voice was. "Hello everyone and welcome to the 90th annual selection of tributes for the Games. As you know, there will be one girl and one boy to be picked to represent…"

I zoned out after awhile and just stopped listening until it was time to sing the Capitol's anthem. I must admit, I didn't know one single word of it. It's not that no one taught me, but I had let the information slip my mind because I wasn't going to honor people who were wreaking havoc on my home. So, I merely stood with my mouth shut as everyone else sang. At long last, the fun part came and I looked intently up at Effie as she drew the boy tribute.

"Grudge Withers!" she called, looking around.

I sighed in distaste. Grudge Withers was a boy that kept quiet almost all the time, he barely ever said more than one sentence every five minutes and he always kept to himself. Luckily enough, he was large, strong, somewhat muscular from wrestling for the school even though he's only one a few matches. He would make an acceptable victor for the district.

Now, anticipation boiled in my stomach as Effie drew the female tribute. I was hoping against everything that she pulled my name from the giant ball. Effie pulled the ballot out and I leaned forward, ready to jump over this useless line when she called out—"Gigi Weedlestrom!"

What? Really? After all I went through to make certain that my name was the one pulled, some other girl got the privilege of defending the district against the Capitol? I swallowed the angry bile rising in my throat and turned to leave, melting into the girls around me. I was nearing the back when I realized that everyone was looking around bemusedly. I cocked my head in confusion and heard someone call out. "She died in bed this morning, Ma'am. Had a severe case of the flu that turned fatal."

Effie sighed and nodded, pulling another ballot. I was just about to disappear from the Square completely when I froze.

"Kaos Andyscord!"

A slow smile swept across my lips for a split second before I squashed it and turned, making my way back to the front. All of the girls parted for me as I leaned back and jumped over the rope. I knew the crowd was surprised that I didn't bother dressing fancy for the occasion. Instead, I had on a clean uniform of my normal clothing: A tank top and a pair of loose jeans. I walked calmly up to the podium and greeted Effie. She held out her hand for me to shake and I gave her a smile, but didn't shake with her.

Effie pulled her hand away and coughed. "Well, you all know the previous victors are to mentor the two new tributes so everyone put their hands together for Katniss and Peeta!"

Scattered applause rang out as Katniss and Peeta appeared. I sized Katniss up in an instant. She was strong, bold, somewhat pessimistic, obviously skilled with the bow she had on her back and she seemed fierce. I would like toying with her. Peeta, on the other hand, was strong and bold too, but his disposition was somewhat brighter than Katniss', he didn't seem skilled with any particular weapon and he didn't seem as fierce as Katniss, but gentler. It would be no fun playing with him.

"Alright, well." Effie coughed slightly after a small silence between the tributes and their mentors. "The tributes will be leaving soon, so anyone wishing to say goodbye…"

I zoned out again, knowing that I would simply just go to the Justice Building to await my family telling me goodbye with jubilance in their voices. I had no friends who would come say goodbye to me, so I simply shrugged it all off my shoulders and walked away when we were dismissed. I would prove to them all that I was worth their attention.