Well this is my first fanfiction ever so I'm sorry if it isn't amazing. I tried not to make snow to OOC, but he is really hard to write about in my opinion. Anyways this is chapter 1 it's kind a short so sorry for that, but I promise the next chapter is coming soon, and please review. I want to become a better writer so any suggestions would be great.

I swung my sword loosely by the hilt not trying to hit anything in particular as I spun around the garden. In my mind I was attacking a fire breathing dragon the size of a two story building. I danced gracefully around its legs as it lunged forward with its mouth wide open expecting to swallow me whole. I readied myself to swing the last fatal blow to its neck when I was pulled back to reality.

" Um, Madame?" I turned around and saw one of my fathers men at the entrance to the garden.

" Do you need something," I asked kind of annoyed. The man stood silent for a moment probably confused by what he had just seen then finally answered.

" Your father wants a word with you."

" Of course he does, " I muttered under my breath.

The man walked away, and I soon followed wondering what my father could want with me. He and I did not have a very good relationship. Mother had always said He only wanted us to brighten his dark reputation. He figured if people thought he had emotions and a family they would be less likely attack. I of course never believed these things to be true about my father, until the day he ordered for my mother to be killed. He had her executed after he learned she was dating Marcile our old clothes designer. Things between us were never quite the same after that.

I was now in front of the huge oak doors that lead to my fathers study where he spent most of his time now in days. I took a deep breath and pushed them open knowing though he was my father he wouldn't hesitate to kill me if it came down to it.

" Ah Annette there you are," He smiled warmly, but it didn't reach his eyes. " I have a matter of business I need to discuss with you."

" What is it," I asked trying not to use a poisons tone that would anger him.

" As you know this year is the 25 hunger game, and as you also know that makes it a quarter quell," he muttered rubbing his beard. I nodded not sure where this conversation was going.

" Well in this years quell, the districts must pick two tributes them selves, but I want to add another twist." he walked over to the window, and I kept silent wondering what part I took in all of this. He took a deep breath, and continued," An uprising has begun in some of the lower districts. Mostly in 11 and 9 they feel I don't understand loss, that I don't care about anyone , and that I won't sacrifice anything for Panem. So, my colleges and I came up with a solution that involves you." He kicked at the ground a little then muttered under his breath, " You shall be in the 25th annual hunger games. " My heart stopped.

" Father I can't win against some of them," I cried trying not to fall down from shock. He turned to face me, and almost looked truly remorseful.

" You aren't expected to Annette," His tone was strong and certain like he had given this a lot of thought. I looked into his eyes, looking for something some sort of emotion. He stared back his jaw set his mind made up. The one thing I knew about my father is you don't challenge his decisions.

" Of course father," I bowed my head and backed out of the room.

" So what was that all about? " I jumped when I heard a voice behind me.

" Gosh Tenneson you scared me," I tried to smile as I turned to see my long time best friend leaning against the wall. His black hair had grown out to his ears,and he had little braids twisted into it.

" Well sorry your majesty would you like me to wear a bell around my neck from now on?" He joked raising one blue eyebrow.

" Well if your offering..." I smiled pulling off one of his long feathered fake eyelashes. He flinched and pulled back. " I thought we agreed not to take part in this fashion."

" No Annette you agreed I said nothing," Though Tenneson was my best friend he saw things more like the other people in the capital where as I thought like my mother. Some say that's why Snow picked my mom for his wife. She had compassion and love for all people, she didn't dress like a color blind clown, and she wasn't interested in marrying snow for his power and money. I some times wonder if my mother had loved my father, or if he was only a pawn in her plan to save panem.

" Well I'll let you live with the guilt , knowing while you stand here in your designer clothes and make-up the people in district 12 are struggling to get food and to have one clean outfit," I crossed my arms over my chest and his tone turned serious.

" Oh let up on the charity Annette, selflessness doesn't look good on you." he punched my arm playfully, but I backed away annoyed.

" Don't tell me my father got to you," I narrowed my eyes unsure of how I felt about this new Tenneson.

" The man makes some sense," he shrugged. I turned to storm away, but he caught my arm forcing me to turn around. " You never spilt what he wanted to talk to you about." I yanked my arm away

" He wants me to die a slow painful death," was my answer." His power is more important then me I guess you two have something in common," I added storming away before Tenneson could stop me.

My father never let me leave our property without body guards, so I went to the only place I could be alone,my room. I walked in and locked the door behind me to be sure Tenneson wouldn't come and try to turn me against my people like my father wanted. I sat down at the vanity, and laid my head on my arms fighting the tears that were about to come. I don't know what was worse finding out I was going to die in the Hunger Games or learning my best friend was now one of my fathers men a true capital boy.

I looked back up at the mirror, and pulled out my hair pins. My long blonde curls unfolded to my shoulders, and my braid fell off to the side. I looked in the mirror at my reflection and couldn't help but notice something. Other than my eye make up that looked like butterflies sprouting from the corner of blue green eye liner, I looked normal. I smeared a fist full of black and brown mascara onto my face, and twisted my hair until it was in crazy tangles. I let my fingers trail along the image of me in another life, me as a district girl. I had been to all 12 districts, had seen all those girls. We weren't so different them and I. I couldn't see what my father saw what he hated so much. I could never understand why he punished them for the mistakes of their ancestors; they didn't rebel their great grandparents and grandparents had. Yet still 25 years later 23 teenagers must die each year.

I had always had a soft spot for the district people, but the feeling wasn't returned. I remember the first time I ever went to the districts. I had been eight at the time, my mother was still alive, and I thought my father loved me. We were touring the districts after the 17 annual hunger games. It happened in district 11. Mother and Father were giving a speech, and I snuck off to play in the wheat fields. I had been crawling around going unnoticed until I bumped into him. He had dark skin and black hair that fell loosely in wild clumps, his clothes were tattered and worn, and his arms were covered in cuts and bruises.

" Hey you! What are you doing here get out!" He yelled swinging a stick at me. He looked to be about my age, but was quite a bit taller.

" I I I I'm sorry I didn't mean to trespass," My eyes grew in fear as he stepped closer. He grabbed the collar to my dress and pushed me to the ground

" You Capital people drive me crazy. You think you can come here and ruin our crops then complain when we don't harvest enough," he swung the stick and hit me in the face repeatedly.

" Daddy! Daddy help! " I screamed, and another kid this one older ran to where we were at.

" Are you mad Abdul! " She yelled grabbing the boy's arm, " This is Snow's daughter! " The boy dropped the stick, and backed up until he fell to the ground.

" I I didn't know honestly Keira I didn't," He sputtered. I didn't understand why he was suddenly so scared. Then the wheat parted, and my mother ran to my side with a worried expression.

" Oh my gosh Annette what happened to you darling? " She helped me up and gave me a hug. Abdul tried to back away and hide himself in the swaying plants around him.

" Who did this to you!" My father yelled looking at my face that was now bruised and swollen. I had learned at a young age to not talk when he was angry, and the look on his face now told me he didn't want an answer he wanted revenge. " It was you wasn't it! " He yelled pulling Abdul to his feet.

" No no it wasn't I promise it wasn't me!" The look of fear in that little boy's eyes will forever be in my mind as will what happened next.

" It was me not him," We all looked over and saw Keira stepping out from a shadow where she had been hidden. " I didn't know who she was I thought she was a runaway from district 12, " she took a deep breath, and looked at the ground. " I deserve what ever punishment you see fit just please leave my brother alone."

" Jessilum take Annette back to the plane," my father ordered his voice deep about to explode with anger. " As for you get out of here," He pointed to Abdul who stood frozen in the place. " GET OUT OF HERE NOW!" My father's face was a bright crimson and his voice loud enough to scare birds from trees. My mother rushed me away from the scene, and I still to this day don't know what happened to Keira.

Well thats all for chapter 1 again please review and I will most likely have the next chapter up sometime next week by the latest.