Chapter 1: Secret identity

Katniss' daughter Heidi's POV:

I hate how the world is just so… judgy. Like how if someone hasn't got enough money to buy ridiculous things and still have money they're worthless. Or if your parents are in prison, you're bound to be like them too. The world is constantly judging my family, even though we're rich and technically members of the Capitol. Mom tries to hide the fact that she's affected by the criticism as much as dad tries to hide that Rita woman. Dad has a job as a chef for the Capitol's five-star restaurant, The seven savvy silhouettes, and Rita is one of the 7 avox waitresses there. She's always running out of the house when I get back from school or pulling her shirt on when I wake up and walk downstairs. I haven't the guts to tell mom anything- after all, they're still considered an asset in the Capitol and that's where a lot of the family's income is sourced. That's another thing I hate. Relying on people to help you live your life. Relying on people to make sure you're never in the games when the games themselves could just be stopped. I've been hating the Hunger Games all my life. That's 15 years of utter hatred, strutting the streets demanding the Games to be banned, and still having to sit and watch the same gruelling show for weeks on end every year. Luckily my best friend, Gaia, hasn't been chosen yet, but she's been caught stealing bread twice, so I think she has a chance this year. Even though you probably think I'm dead pessimistic and really boring, Gaia is something I haven't ever complained about. If she was ever chosen for the Games, I'm sure she'd survive purely through wits and knowledge… like foxface, the girl mom tells me about. Only Gaia is from District 11, so she wouldn't eat the berries. My family looks so perfect. My mom, idol of practically EVERYONE, my dad, filthy rich and with that cool, natural swagger every guy wants, my 18-year-old sister Darcy, so petite and beautiful, me, so distant yet genius, and my 11-year-old brother Jackson, so cute and wild. We seem so perfect, and maybe that's what protects us. Because the way I see it is totally different. My mom, scared out of her mind because of the Games, my dad, a cheating, lying bastard who gets his money through poor and innocent people, my 18-year-old sister Darcy, smothered with make-up and anorexic and on drugs, me, pessimistic, depressed and hated because she's lesbian, and my 11-year-old brother Jackson, the only normal one out of all of us. Life has ruined our family, and it has ruined me…

If you want to hear about my crazy, messed up life, then the next chapter comes out tomorrow. Until then, reader, keep this a secret… our little secret.