Hello everyone, this is my first time writing a story I apologize ahead of time to all of you who don't like it. Also constructive criticism is welcomed, I am always looking to improving my skills but I am not objected to praise either. J

Hope you all enjoy.

The Hunger Games is owned by Suzanne Collins; I own nothing except the plot and my characters.

Prologue

I sighed as I walked into my bedroom, flicking on the light I looked around taking everything in. My light purple walls calmed me and my gorgeous floral bed head went perfectly with my purple and green striped bed set. The floor, the furniture, the bed, the walls, even the ceiling I loved. It was my haven, the one place where nobody could define or attempt to understand me. I didn't know why I let those people at school get to me with what they say I mean I'm not ugly, quite the opposite with my glossy straight brown hair, tanned skin and sparkling sea green eyes, but when someone has a mother as strict and protective as mine, it kinda gives the other kids a chance to talk crap about me.

Deciding not to think about it anymore I went to my closet and carefully chose some pyjamas; they were pink and grey with tie die leggings and a top that read freak out in pink letters, placing them on my bed, I walked over to the bathroom to brush my teeth, grabbing what I needed I looked into the mirror…

You know the moment in those horror movies when the main character goes to look in the mirror and you just know that somebody is going to be staring back? Yeah…this was going of those moments.

… I screamed and whirled around, toothpaste and toothbrush in hand ready to strike at the person now lunging towards me. Covered all in black with a mask they grabbed my wrist and tried to throw me to the floor. Adrenaline rushing through me I caught onto their attached wrist and twisted sharply, causing the unknown person to let go and release a small yelp of plain. My body moving of it on accord I pulled their wrist and twirled it around so the person had their back to me. Pushing them forward, I let go and watched them fall face first into the bath, arms flailing and legs up in the air.

I heard another sound in my bedroom, thinking it was my Madre I spun around and dashed through the door, looking around I couldn't see anyone and listening hard I could hear my mammas pots and pans clanking in the kitchen. Heart pounding I tried to turn around however a sudden sharp pain hit me in the back of the head and I collapsed, black spots covering my vision as I tried to stay conscious. I could make out blurred forms as I lay on the ground walking towards me, reaching hands were the last thing I could make out before I fell into the darkness.

Prologue done! Yay!

Don't worry I know this is short however I will have another chapter posted soon, I just needed this out of the way to explain some things before I fully start the story.

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