Disclaimer: Like approximately 7 billion other people, I don't own the Hunger Games!

A/N: I know it's short and not the best, but here is the first chapter (if you can call it that):

I guess I'm a weirdo for not wanting to participate in a bloody battle to the death between twenty-four children.

Not that I'd ever say that, of course, because then I'd probably get my head cut off. No joke. Coach Diamond is a pretty intense guy- like, killing people when he's annoyed at them intense (he was in the Hunger Games once, too). So it's keep my mouth shut and stick with my chances in the Games, or face certain death. While neither is appealing, for the last eighteen years I've gone with the first choice and assumed I can kill twenty-three kids. Which I probably can; I am the Female Volunteer, the best fighter at my training center, designated tribute to represent District One, even with the Quarter Quell. But it seems despicable, especially when it comes to my best friend Calico, the Male Volunteer. I couldn't kill him, not with eighteen years of working side by side and the alliance we will have in the Games. But underneath my invincible attitude I know that there is only one victor.

I am a master at covering up my fear with strength. I've done it all my life. But with the Hunger Games staring me in the face, it's going to take a lot more than strength to keep my feelings hidden.