District Tweleve. Coal dust always in the air. Almost everyone starving. Homless.

Possibly the worst place in all of Panem to live.

This is exactly why I, Ellistasia Auden Demour, am living there.

Alone.

I glanced out the window of my tiny hut of a house, waving weakly as a family passed. They reciprocated, before quickly hurrying on down the dirt path towards town, all of them in thier best attire.

This is how it always was on reaping day, tense, the air filled with an even thicker feeling of depression than on anyother given day.

I sighed, walking away from the window over to my mirror, examining myself breifly.

A simple pastel yellow dress laid on my body, with a white ribbon around the middle, and a white lace trim. It was the nicest thing I owned.

My stark strawberry blonde hair was pulled back into a simple bun, and my skin was the cleanest it had been in months.

I sighed, slipping my feet into the pair of white flats by my bed.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, trying desperatly to not think too much.

We're safe here Ellis. I promise no one will hurt you. Not anymore.

My eyes snapped open, pulling me away from my thoughts, as I softly spoke to myself. " Not today Ellis. Not today."

"Ellis? You there?" I heard a familiar voice ask, slightly muffled by the shut door. A small smile crossed my face as I hurried over, pulling open the door, my eyes landing on the face of my best friend.

My only friend.

"Come on in Peeta, I just need to put on my necklace and we can go." I said, turning and walking back inside, passing my black and white cat, Ashes, along the way.

Ashes purred, rubbing gently against Peeta's outstretched hand.

I smiled at them as I grabbed my simple silver chain necklace, a small heart shaped locket dangling off the end.

As I pulled it around my neck I felt Peeta's hands moving mine out of the way, him locking it for me.

I watched him in my mirror, the way his blonde hair fell slightly in his eyes as he tilted his head down to clasp it.

He looked up at me in the mirror, his hands resting on my shoulders. " You ready?" he asked.

I nodded, turning towards him. I gently pulled him into a hug, saying " Whatever happens -"

"Don't Ellis. They're not gonna pick us." Peeta said quickly, pulling out of the hug with his best smile possible in place.

I nodded, doing my best to smile back as we both headed out the door and into town. I did my best to stay calm as we checked in, Peeta by my side.

The woman snatched up my hand, zapping it and pressing it to the paper below her, a small pool of blood blotting onto it.

I sighed as I walked away, Peeta behind me. I turned towards him, looking into his eyes for a moment, my blue eyes threatening to spill a bit as I softly said " They're not gonna pick us."

He nodded, brushing off a stray tear with his thumb from my cheek as he said " No way." He sighed, pulling me into a tight hug, his hands clenching the fabric of my dress.

A peacekeeper came over, saying gruffly " Get to your places. Were about to begin."

Reluctantly, Peeta pulled away, saying "I'll meet you after, alright?" I nodded, the peacekeeper pushing us away from eachother.

I hurried to the girl side, then stood with the other fifteen year olds, my eyes glancing over at Peeta on the boy side of the fifteen year olds.

The reaping began just like all the others had before it, Effie Trinket rambling, the chessy war film clip, and of course the drunken movements of Haymitch.

I tensed as Effie said " Ladies first!", her heels clacking as she walked over to the large fishbowl full of papers.

I took another deep breath, my fists clenching as she slowly opened the folded paper, her insanely long and decorative nails making it a harder task than necessary.

After finally opening the slip of paper, she smiled, taking a deep breath before speaking.

"Ellistasia Demour!"

They found you. I thought as I struggled to remain composed. He found you.

I walked towards the stage, peacekeepers surrounding me, my mind racing around in circles as I climbed the stairs, Effie grabbing me and pulling me to the microphone as she fished out a boy name.

I didn't pay the least bit of attention, my eyes instead scanning the crowd, landing on the blonde head I needed.

He stared at me, his mouth slightly ajar.

" May I present this years tributes representing District Tweleve in the Seventy-Thrid Annual Hunger Games!" Effie said with a smile, before ushering us off the stage and inside, my heart poundly rapidly in my chest.

This isn't happening. This cannot be happening.

But it was happening, and I knew there was no stopping the events that would come.

There was no way I could stop him from killing me now.

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Dont hate me for writing Peeta/OC(: I love him with Katniss, but he's like my favorite character of all time.

This will eventually be a Peeta/OC story. I plan on it being a series, three or four stories depending on if I combine this Hunger Games with the 74th ones.

Although this is Peeta/OC, just a fair warning, quite a bit of the story may not have much Peeta contact, since she's in the hunger games.

Anyway, leave comments, as soon as I get one I'll post chapter two!

Thanks Guys(:

-I do not own the hunger games...unfortunatly-