I'm back with a new story! WOOHOO!

Okay, well first off, thanks to Kirsten (.awsome) for inspiring me to write a HG fanfic. Yeah. She did spell awesome without the 'e.'

Anyone and everyone who reads my one, I beg for you to read hers!

Anyways, for this HG fanfic… HG never existed and doesn't exist. Okay. Got that… memorised? XD. Everything is as it is in the world now. Just imagine… More pain, less food. Picture perfect.

Uh… Can't think of anything else to tell you… So enjoy! And use your imagination too. Makes it more fun =]. BTW, the main person's a chick.

Yes, well… If you want… you can read my other story too. You know. Cause all you peoples are just so nice like that =].

Chapter 1 – Life's too boring

Get back on your feet, get back in the fight. Get back in the ring and get back in the light. Get back in the flames, get back in the fire. Get back on the stage, you got to get back.

Ruff!

I flutter my eyelids open as my bright green eyes gradually adjust to the blinding white light the mid afternoon sun throws down on me.

Holding my iPod to my face, I see the words 'Pillar- Get Back' disappear, as it skips to the next song, which is some random one I got off a friend.

I twist my head to the side and raise my eyebrow when my Doberman, Bizkit, drops his orange bird-like squeaky toy next to me.

Yeah. So what I named my dog after Limp Bizkit. Sue me.

He drops down onto his belly and sticks his butt up in the air and thrashes his thin black tail around, while sticking his slick pink tongue out and panting with a large smile on his face.

I let out an aggravated groan and swiftly pick up the drool soaked fluff ball.

"Ugh." I say disgracefully and twist my mouth at the corners.

I toss the ball into the crisp blue sky and Bizkit is after it like a fat kid to chocolate cake.

My apologies to anyone who took offence to that… But, have you EVER seen that happen? Not the best thing to watch at a wedding reception.

I quickly wipe the slobber from my hand onto my red singlet shirt.

"Really Bizkit." I tell him as he comes back without his toy and jumps onto my lap. "My five minutes of peace, and you decide to intrude it."

He looks up at me, smiling more than ever.

I playfully push him off me and pat his black and tan brown fur.

He makes grumbling noises and runs off, faster than ever.

Probably smelt his dinner, I think sarcastically.

I gather up my sketch book and pencils then ruffle my short, spiky, jet black hair so it looks the least bit sensible.

I brush down my once-white jeans, which are now stained with food, paw prints, dirt and other things that love to ruin my clothes.

I stride out of my private grass field that is hidden by a thick wall of trees, and head across the large back yard lawn that belongs to my house.

Before I step in the house, I kick my white rabens off and tear away any branches or grass that has gotten it self stuck to me.

I trot into the lounge room to find mum and Bizkit sitting still, staring up at the mediocre sized TV.

Lately mum has been looking a bit tired, and who could blame her? Everyday she's up at the crack of dawn ready to head over to the hospital to help as a caring nurse.

I give a quick look over her to see that her dark brown hair is starting to shoot out greys, and her skin has started going pale.

Poor mum… I think sorrowfully. She works so hard.

Mum glances up at me and signals with her hand for me to sit down and watch.

I stare at the empty podium and frown as a roar comes from the TV when a person wearing a navy blue suit fills in the stand.

My heart stops as I realise who it is.

President Omnegate.

He is the one and only leader on Earth. Instead of just head of a state, he's head of the whole lot.

In the year 2020, every country decided that there should only be one ruler over law.

And guess who got the job.

Ugh. Everybody loves the guy. But, personally… I hate him. I know people say stuff like "Don't judge a book by its cover," but, I don't know why, but I just… Really don't like him.

Everything about him makes me squirm inside.

The thin white strands of hair that he keeps as a permanent comb over. The Hitler-like moustache, the fake grin, full of false teeth, and the way he looks at young women. Not to mention the repulsive fashion sense he has. Overall, I give him 5/5 ugh's.

"What's happened?" I manage to croak out to mum.

"Some TV presenters have been saying that President Omnegate has an important worldwide message to give."

He waves to the crowd and they respond with a united thunderous bellow.

Smiling, he hushes the crowd with his hands and prepares to speak.

"I, President Omnegate, first president to all nations…"

Why doesn't he just call himself God while he's at it, I think sourly, but he doesn't hear my thought and continues on.

"… Am here to bring you new information that involves every one of you! Recently, our world has experienced Global Warming and such other worldwide matters, which caused our sea levels to rise, our crops to die, fresh water to evaporate, and further hassles to our lives. But I, President Omnegate, have found the answer!" He emphasises the last sentence and points his finger up as the crowd screams praise.

I roll my eyes and let out a mocking 'hmph.'

Just like all those presidents before him, I think sceptically.

"It involves the younger generation. Generation Zion, I believe."

I fake a yawn and act as rudely as I can to the TV screen, but mum just lightly hits my leg to shut me up.

I cross my arms and pout, than draw my attention back to the broadcast.

"I have come up with the perfect antidote to all our problems!" He laughs excitedly and throws his arms out to the side.

The crowd roars and you can hear mixtures of comments.

He again holds his hands up and quiets the audience.

Flicking his eyes from the left to the right, he takes in a deep breath and grins.

"I have made… The Hunger Games."

Ooooooh! Who are these mysterious peoples?!

The antidote to Global Warming is killing kids?!

Why am I asking these questions?!

Find out next time… Or will you?

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