I do not own "The Hunger Games" full credit to Stephanie Meyer.

Also check out Bribrirocks17's stories "The 427th Hunger Games" and "Wonder Girl" They are both about The Hunger Games. This story collides with Wonder girl except this is in my OC's Point of View, and Bri's is in her OC's point of view. So we are not "Duplicating stories" It is totally different Point Of Views from different eyes.

Chapter 1- Down

I don't want to be here. My dad sent me for a sort of "rehab" because I wasn't capitol material. ADHD, Black ringlets I refused to dye, natural pale skin, and striking blue eyes instead of fake pink contacts. The perfect seventeen year old target to whisk away to district 12. My eyes wondered around my small house. How was this supposed to help me become more "Capitol like"? It wasn't a mansion-house like the capitol people had. There wasn't any money like the capitol people had overflowing from their snooty purses.

I heard a small knock at the door and got up from the couch, quickly ending my thoughts. I trudged to the door opening it with a rude look on my face, as to say," Go away or I'll chase you myself"

At the door stood my over-cheerful friend and stylist, Alyvia.
"Hey Emilin! How are you? Your dad sent me! I'm so excited to dress you up!" She chirped happily. I groaned.
"First of all Alyvia, it is nice to see you, but I'm not in a good mood. So please, none of the happy crap. And also, I told you a million times already. Don't call me Emilin. Call me Emmi or Ana."

"But, I'm just so happy! I want to dress you up! You are wearing rags and I don't like it!" She chirped one more.

"None. Of. The. Happy. Crap." I growled.

"Oh, Fine." She sighed. "Just let me come in."

Alyvia rushed past me, dragging in a suitcase of which I assumed was filled with clothes and makeup into my bedroom.

"You need to come back to the capitol," She said. "I miss you, and this house is way too small. You are the 1st Consecutive Advisor's daughter! Your dad is very close to President Snow! You deserve better than this." She said as she set different shades of makeup, dyes, dresses, and other assortments of clothing on my bed.

I sat down on my plush green bed that I bought with the last of my money.

"I know, I know. But it isn't like dad pays any attention to me." I said eyeing the makeup and colorful clothes. "He is the famous Mitchell Meadows. He doesn't have any intentions to "hang" with his daughter unless I'm hanging from the top of a building, dipped in acid, about to fall off the side of the earth into a pit of lava, while mutts are clawing at it. Then he'll hang with me, but only because he is trying to get away from the mutts."

I laughed bitterly.

Alyvia laughed happily.

"It isn't funny."

She glanced at me and changed the subject quickly. "Let's get you dressed!"
Her 5'6 figure pushed my 5'3 figure into the bathroom in a flash. Alyvia held up three choices of dresses. Pink, Black, or Blue were the choices.

I looked at all of them intently. The pink was too frilly and would attract lots of attention, as Alyvia would probably make me go out and show it off. The black was fluffy like a medieval ball-room dress. I liked it, but it would also attract lots of attention, and make me too hot and itchy. Blue was a tight sleeveless dress; It had small sparkles that shimmered only in a certain light and it went to the top of my thigh. There were small sleeves that were attachable. All of them were pretty inappropriate, or too capitol-y, but the blue was kind of my on

"The blue one." I stated.
"Are you sure you don't want one of the others?" She pleaded. Alyvia clearly didn't like my pick. I just wanted to run and hide. Capitol clothes are… Ugh.

"Yes, I'm sure."
"Fine." She parted through the contents on the bed and pulled out some simple makeup; skin lightener, a natural color lip gloss, some blue Uggs, striped leggings, a blue and white sweatshirt, and a blue knit beanie.

"Thank you." I said as I grabbed the clothes from her hands. "I'll be changing."

"Ok." She paused. I could tell she was about to burst in my face with excitement. I groaned.

"Go, go, go! I want to see the outfit on you!"

Alyvia shoved me into the bathroom locking the door behind me. "I'm not letting you out until you change!" She shouted. I groaned once again.

I slipped my clothing on quickly in fear that Alyvia's continuous shouts of "hurry up" would make the house shake.

Alyvia kept chanting until I bust out of the door. I glared at her and stepped into my older brother Nico's room. He was lifting weights to the song "Thrift Shop" by Malcommore.

Alyvia flew into the room after me. When she saw him her eyes widened.

"W-wow. The last time I saw Nico was, well, when we were about fifteen." Strands of dirty-blonde hair slipped out of Alyvia's ponytail onto her porcelain-like face. I saw a flash of blush cross her face. She was love struck, but who could blame her? My brother had some serious looks. Long black hair, Blue eyes, well-toned abs and muscles, and a bit of stubble. I would have been drooling in his presence if I weren't his sister.

"And another one bites the dust." My brother chortled.

"And another one does…" He trailed off dramatically.

"Who is the other one?" I asked. I clearly knew the answer though.

"You, I see you looking at me every-day with that intent stare."

"Oh no you don't, I'm staring at you because you are listening to the most horrible song in the world. Thrift Shop."
Nico made a clicking sound with his tongue. "Now, Sister Lynnie, we mustn't lie. Now tell the truth to your sexy, girl attracting, head turning older brother, Nico."

"Brother, you told a lie-"
I was interrupted by the shut of a cell-phone and a door slamming. The place where Alyvia stood was empty. Father must have called. I'm dressed anyway so what is the point of staying?

"As I was saying, Brother you told three lies! Three sins!"

I chuckled. My brother brings out my old self. Happy and cheerful Emelyn who gave everyone she saw gifts, and loved when her daddy came to visit her with lollipops and other gifts to keep her content. My brother is the only one who can do that, now.

"I'm already on the naughty list!"

We both fell on the ground laughing hysterically.