Chapter Two, everyone. Well, it's actually chapter one, but whatever! Hope you like it and please review! BTW, Lavinia doesn't know she was adopted. Remember, she was only two and she was asleep when Gretech brought her. Lavinia is now six. Llais is seven. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hunger Games! (I wish, then Snow would pay! :) Evvil laugh)

Chapter One: Morning Outfits

Lavinia's POV

The first time my father abused me in public was at a party. That morning, everything was already rotten . . .

"Lavi, come on, it's breakfast! You're going to be late. We're going to be late."

My annoying older brother, Llais knocked on my door repeatedly. I woke up and groaned. My clock said it was 9:30 in the morning. What in Snow was he doing waking me up right now? He knows I don't do well until after 11:00. I replayed his words for another few minutes and the words sunk in. We were going to be late!

I jumped out of my bed, looked at my full size mirror, and decided to keep on my blue polka dot pants I wore to bed. I threw off my black T-shirt and found a grey long sleeved shirt I hoped my mother approved of. She's very picky about breakfast; being on time, what you wear, your behavior.

I skidded to my bathroom and took my hairbrush from the shelf. I quickly ran it through my hair and carefully put it back. I hate disorganized, but I love polka dots.

Next, I took out the refreshing-face-in-the-morning lotion Llais bought me for my fourth birthday. It had the scents of what was once called shitake mushrooms which once grew in North America, apparently where we are today. I slathered in into my hand and rubbed it into my face. Then I went to go to the toilet, washed my hands, and ran back into my bedroom.

I pulled my sky blue robe from the hook and slipped my feet into my plush zebra printed ballet flats with little flowers on them.

I ran to the door, yanked it open, and found my brother, looking handsome as ever, annoyed, and running his eyes over my outfit.

"Mother is so going to make you change, Lavi." Llais purposely drawled out the so in the way he knew I hated it.

"Then you'll have to change as well, Big Brother. Yes, I can already see it. She'll turn red and purple like a prune and stomp her feet and yell, 'Llais Holas Sterlin, go and change from that hideous outfit.'" Llais laughed lightly as I looked at his outfit for the morning.

It was much more to be approved of by their mother than hers was. I sighed. He wore a light beige sweatshirt, some grey cargo pants, black laced combat boots, and his hair was gelled. Compared to Llais, I look like I just rolled out of bed. Well, I kinda did.

"You used my lotion. I'm glad. Now hurry it up or we'll really get screamed at, outfits approved or not." With that, Llais took off running, declaring war in form of a race.

Perfect, I'm amazing at this! I took off after him until we reached the garden where Mother and Father were sitting. Father was looking at his fancy little gadget, muttering something about meeting with Snow in an hour. Mother was reading a book, her recordings of the Hunger Games, which I realized with and unexplainable shudder.

"Llais, Lavinia. You're actually on time. Good. Punctuality is the key to respect." Mother kept talking on until she looked at our clothes.

"Llais, your sweatshirt is good. Those pants are a bit casual but they match you well. Your hair is gelled, and I have to say that it is a nice hairdo. Those boots. How many times must I ask you to stop wearing them? Yes, I know they're comfortable but they look like gardener boots, and you are not a gardener. Are you, Llais?" My brother nodded fervently until Mother's eyes landed on . . . me.

"LAVINIA!" Mother's shriek even made Father look up. "What, are, you, wearing? Those pants are hideous. They are pajamas. And you do not wear pajamas to breakfast. And you're wearing your bathroom robe. Your shoes. They're your slippers. This is a garden, and my daughter is wearing slippers! The only thing that seems pristine to me about you is your shirt. That is a nice color, the style is good for one of your ranking. But why, may I ask, are you wearing these?" Mother scanned the rest of my outfit, clearly stating that she disapprove of my outfit this morning.

"Mother," I looked at Llais with my eyes wide. He'd back me up? "Mother, I can explain. Lavinia was walking to her bathroom and slipped on the floor. Therefore, she had quite some many bruises on her legs. And at the time, she only had on that shirt. She was going to wear some other pants but her legs were so sore I told her she should be careful with her legs and just keep on those pants." Mother stared at Llais. Obviously she thought he was lying. But she nodded her head. Of course, she's much more bound to believe Llais than I am.

Once, Llais and I were listening to Mother and Father talk. They had said Llais was a child from an angel while me one from a devil. We left after that. On our way back to our rooms, I pointed out that comment but Llais told me not to think about it. I was only three then.

After breakfast, we headed back to our rooms. On the way there, we made small talk. One remark I liked the most was, "Llais, if we take away the –is from your name, and we add in an –er, you know what we'd get. We'd get exactly what you are. A liar. A spectacular liar. Thanks for backing me up back there."

"Well, you're my lil sis. Why shouldn't I? We'd better hurry up, we have the party at Snow's house, remember? We should get ready. See you later, Lavi."

"You too, Llais!" I shouted out as he opened his door across the hall from mine.

I watched as he went in before I went in my room. In the center was my seamstress, Hally. I could see that she made a dress for me to wear tonight. Oh well, might as well hurry it up so this day is over.

I walked toward Hally, and then, she blinded me.

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