It's the day of the Reapings today, and I am filled with an immense hatred, even while I'm a Career. The Capitol does not deserve my devotion, no matter what their air-filled heads think. Even my father, with his pink-tipped hair and painted nails. He was born a Capitolian and will always be one. In fact, he's going to be a Gamemaker this year, the year of the 150th Hunger Games, a Quarter Quell. When he broke the news to my siblings and I, I screamed my head off, said some things that are "inappropriate" for seven year old ears, and ran to my room, slammed the door and sobbed for hour apon hour. The Capitol is evil, full of hate and blood thirst, killing 24 innocent kids a year, and my own father -if I should even call him that- will now be a part of it. That's what really broke me. If Mom was still with us, everything would be normal. But she died at a fancy party and my dad just stood there, watching his wife being murdered, destroying our family in ways impossible to fix. And since she died, I have pushed myself to be stronger, faster, smarter, better. I have built a shell over my real self,protecting myself from being hurt more. Practically no one can crack it. The rare few people who can are my siblings, Meren, Owen and Angel, and my best friend Bellance, or rather, Bell. They are the only ones I have put my trust in. Thinking of them makes me think of breakfast for a totally random reason. But before that, I have to get dressed for the stupid Reapings. So I walk over to my enormous closet, one of things you get when you're the daughter of someone from the Capitol. I open the door and look around for something that will make the boys stare, though I already have a reputation for that. That's my shell, the sexy, popular Career girl. I don't enjoy it, but with my looks and my need for a new personality and style, well, it's just how it is. Bell even sees streaks of it sometimes, but my siblings haven't. Though Owen and Meren have heard of my reputation, going to the same school and all. No, not, nuh uh, not that one, definitely not that dress, oh god no, maybe, no, almost, uh, yes, yes that one! It's definitely the one. It's a strapless, aqua-colored, mini-skirt dress. The upper part is sparkled with sparkly silver chunks, and the skirt part is frilly, a thinner material than the top. It really matches my popular girl side. This dress is perfect. Now, time to accessorize. I pick diamond earrings, a diamond necklace, silver heels, and a curling iron.

After curling my silky golden hair, I walk down the long staircase elegantly and poised. My brothers are watching some Capitol news on TV, and I'm uninterested until I hear the voice of President Linola. That's when I rush over and sit beside them. Yes, I can 'rush' in high heels. They smile at me and look back at the screen. They look casual, with black skinny jeans and tight, white t-shirts that show off their muscles from years of training. I wish I could dress like that for the Reapings, but I have a repuatation to hold! I wait for what I'm sitting there for, the Quell Card reading. That's when the President will tell Panem what the Quarter Quell twist will be. The Hunger Games is already cruel enough, but it being the Capitol, they just have to make it worse. Finally, a small petite girl in a dress with a red satin bow walks up, carrying a small, fancy box on a pillow. President Linola picks a single card out of the box and the little girl walks away. " To remind you all that we could have doubled the deaths of the rebels in the Dark Days, we will double the amount of tributes from each District, bringing it to a total of four tributes, two boys, two girls! That is the Quarter Quell twist! Thank you, and may the odds be ever in your favor!" She finishes. Then there's cheering and applause, the Panem seal shows, and then Owen turns the TV off. We stare at each other, a worried expression shown in our eyes and our jaws dropped, for now, our chances to be picked as tributes have been doubled. And at that moment, bed-headed Angel walks down the stairs, asking in a yawn, "What's for breakfast?"