Hi! This is my first story because I am a Hunger Games super fan! :D I love to write even if if not particuarly good I plan for this story to be modern but with bits from the original book. Tell me what you think! Leave a review I don't mind whether praising or critical, just don't say 'Oh you're rubbish etc' Peeta won't come in until Chapter 2 or 3 so I'm sorry! Trust me I ADORE Peeta!

On With The Story!...

Silence. That's all I could hear in the darkness. Crunch, crunch, crunch as I step on every twig, branch and withered leaf. I clutch my little doll tightly close to me and my hand stiff around my torch as I point it into pitch black. I don't know, where I am, how I'll get out...Im Lost. I trod on and on, cold, freezing actually like someones cold breath breathing on the back of my neck. I clutch my doll tighter but i only realise now I don't have the warmth of its yarn hair. I look down only to see...she's gone.

I feel frantic, and spin around and around for what feels like a thousand times. Now I feel dizzy and my eyes feel heavier and heavier and eventually I'm asleep. Boom! A cold shiver runs through me. As I slowly open my eyes, I think of home, that I'm right there, that I'm with my doll. But Im greeted sadly with pure darkness,yet again. I rapidly get up to my feet and start the long hike trying to figure out what to do. Boom...boom...Whats that booming sound? Whatever it is I don't pay much attention. I walk for what seems like hours. I wonder: how is it still dark? All I could see is the ground, I don't have the energy to look up. Boom. Boom. They just keep getting louder. Boom. BOOM.

I wake up in a thin layer of sweat, that's the third time that's happened. That same nightmare of me in my 9-year-old self following my dad into the woods on my own. I did find my way out though, the police came looking for me. They found my dad lying unconscious near a river, he survived living his life up to the fullest to this day in our small home town Panem while me and Prim live in New York nearly all the way across the country. Reluctantly, I rub the sleep from my bloodshot eyes and haul myself up from my bed. Dragging myself to my bathroom I finally get a look at myself, my dark hair is in knots and sticking to my face with sweat, my face looking like I had not eaten in weeks with hollow cheeks and sagging eyes. I snatch a brush off sink and comb through my tangled locks. Eventually looking presentable I climb down the stairs to greet my 18-year-old bounding little sister Prim. Prim looks young, happy and adorable with her wide wonder filled blue eyes and golden hair.

"Morning Katniss!" she chirps happily munching on her cereal.

"Morning" I mumble, opening a cabinet and getting myself a bowl.

"So..." Prim says dragging the word "What's your plan for today?" I look up to see her beam at me but I only shrug, pouring cereal into my own bowl/.

" I don't know. Meet with Madge maybe?" Madge is one of my best friends and she actually lives down the road from our apartment block. We went to High School together and college, remaining good friends up to today at our ripe age of 22.

"Oh Yes! You should see Madge about the band!" Prim exclaims. You see, Me, Madge and a couple of other friends are in this band called Mockingjay, with me as lead singer, Madge on keyboard, Johanna a spunky spiky haired girl on Drums, Finnick a complete man whore on bass and Melanie affectionately nicknamed Fox Face in reference to her bright red hair and fox like face on main guitar. We wrote a few songs, played a few gigs but then Foxface decided to quit her music and learn how to be a dentist. A dentist of all things! Now things for the band are kind of weary with no lead guitar it doesn't sound right. We tried Finnick on lead guitar but it was obvious he was meant for bass. Finnick also want's to get another guy on the band because he recently told me in his own words "Kitty, it's not that I don't like hanging out with all you lovely ladies but give me a break I'm dying with all your shoes, purses and handbags! Get a damn guy on the band!" It actually made me laugh because in all due respect it's completely clear that Finnick cares about his looks than all us girls combined. And that's a feat.

"Okay little duck, I'll go call Madge" I call out to her on my way to my room. After a quick change from my pajama's to skinny jeans and a black tank top I decide to ring Madge up.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ri-

"Hello?" Come's Madge's voice.

"Hey Madge"

"Katniss, hey, why you callin'?"

"Wanna meet up, you know, talk about the band?"

"Er...Yeah Sure where and when?"

"Starbucks in 15?" My voice sounding hopeful

"Yeah, see you."

"Bye" And with that I hang up. I change my top into a graphic muscle tee and slip on my good ol' Chuck Taylors. Grabbing my keys, purse and phone I rush out the door screaming out a quick goodbye to Prim.

Keeping a straight face I walk to the distant Starbucks sign in the distance.

Aaannnd Chapter 1 Down Peeta In Next Chapter...Maybe.. *Evil Laugh*

Until Then Au Revoir!

~RealisticFantasies