The Prologue ~ A Normal Day

District 4 was buzzing with energy, rushing to get errands done, chores completed and work to be done in time. For the citizens of the district, this was normal. An ordinary routine. This wasn't any different for the Laké Household. Mother was cooking, cleaning and helping the kids with homework and training. Father was working with the nets, fishing and selling. Ara was doing (rushing) her homework, eager to head to practice. And lastly, Kelvin was tying knots as he waited for his sister to finish.

"Oh come on, Ara!" I yelled, "I can't tie knots forever!"

"Oh will you stop whining! My ears are going to start bleeding from your horrid voice" Ara yelled back at me.

"The both of you shut it, you've been yelling at each other for 15 minutes" Mother yelled at us from the living room.

"Sorry!" Ara and I yelled.

Ara finished up her homework and began to tidy up her things, put on her shoes and practically dragged me to the training center, getting cuts along the way.

"Thanks for that, I definitely didn't get hurt or anything." I sneered.

"You're such a big baby! I may be 30 minutes younger but I seem like the older twin," She sneered back at me.

We walked over towards our friends and began training for the next few hours. As the sun was setting, we headed back home, reeking of sweat. Once we got home, I took a nice, warm, peaceful shower until my idiotic sister came in yelling.

"ARE YOU FOR REAL RIGHT NOW?" I shouted at her, "I'm taking a SHOWER here!"

"That's not my problem. The 56th Hunger Games are here! District 4 could win again this year!" She said happily.

"Either one of us could get picked. Or BOTH of us" I told her.

"Well, we'll have to deal with that possibility. Finish up here and meet me in my room, okay? Bye!" She yelled, walking to the door and leaving.

"That girl needs help." I said as I continued to shower. My mind drifted off to the Games and what the new arena would look like. Every year they out did themselves and this year, they were bound to do the same. What ever happens next is uncertain, but a there's one catchphrase that propel will be saying until the reaping.

May the odds be ever in your favor.