This world I was born into is not the world I remember living in. Of course, if you asked anyone here, they would tell you that 'Maeve' has been living here her whole life. They would also assume that you're as batty as my mother. My sister and father would say the same as well, after laughing at the thought of me being anyone other than who they think I am. After all, I was born alongside my sister in our house in the Merchant's Guild, so why would they even consider that notion?

But alas, I was. I had never really believed in the concept of reincarnation, so when I was, in fact, reincarnated, I had no idea what to think. Still don't now if I'm honest. There is a part of me that still refuses to believe it, that still thinks that I am only seeing what I believed I would see after I passed away. Although, the longer I live on in this world, the smaller that part of me becomes. One day, it might fade completely. But not yet.

Reincarnation I could believe and deal with. However, this world is something that I can't. See, the reason this was so hard to believe is that this world did exist in my old world. It was confined to a book series which I had obsessed over during my early teens, and in films which I shamefully watched too many times.

This world is Panem.

You know the country that has an annual hunger games wherein a bunch of kids kill each other? Yeah that Panem. It took all 20 years of my past life to not break down in front of everyone when I worked that out.

I decided straight away that I was being punished by a higher power. It was Panem of all places that they decided I should live. I may have a better life than majority of people in the district, but it didn't stop the fact that my life could end abruptly at 11 due to someone from district 2 decapitating me with a sword.

I still don't know why it was me of all people that this...higher power decided to send. I was nothing special. I hadn't committed any crimes and wasn't very intelligent, so it still makes no sense for them to not only put me in this world, but to also retain knowledge of my previous life.

There's a theory that I have surrounding this new world and I. It's that this whole situation was an accident. After all, why else would they have send someone who hasn't done anything wrong to this hell? Perhaps they felt sympathetic for me due to their mistake and allowed me to maintain my memories so I could theoretically make some changes to this world for the better.

Who knows?

I'll spare you the details of my gruesome death and start this tale from my entrance into the world of the hunger games.

I was the youngest daughter born to Mayor Undersee and his wife, Marceline Undersee in the Undersee household on the 5th of May in the year of the 58th Hunger games. Of course, I can't remember much of what happened then, as my infant eyes were very undeveloped and I could not focus really on my other senses, but I do remember how I was feeling: Absolute terror. I could not really understand what was going on, as one second I was awaiting whatever the afterlife had to throw at me, and the next I was being lifted into the cold air, screaming to breathe.

It took a couple of weeks for me to realise that I was not in fact dead, which threw me off slightly as I had been pretty sure that I did die. Then it took about a week to realise that I was not a full grown adult anymore; I was a newborn baby. That is when I decided to consider the idea of reincarnation.

I had never really researched the idea to be honest. All the knowledge I possessed of this topic was from Naruto self-insert fanfiction, so the first few weeks of my reincarnation, I was absolutely giddy from the idea that I was in the Narutoverse, a secret dream of mine. I didn't cry and let myself be cared for without complaint as I didn't want to piss of my potentially shinobi parents.

My new parents were probably a bit concerned by my sudden change in behaviour, as I had gone from refusing help and screaming non-stop to being as good as gold. But they certainly didn't complain about getting an extra 3 hours of sleep because I, unlike my twin, was being a little bugger.

However, I came to realise that this wasn't the shinobi world. There was no chakra in the air that I could experiment with, nor was there any flak jackets or hitai-ites. Not only that, but I realised that as I could understand what my parents were saying, they were not speaking Japanese. At first I hadn't, as my screaming was too loud to hear what they were saying, but during that week, they spoke to me constantly and I realised that they were speaking to me in English.

Not just any old english, but American English, a language which the shinobi of Naruto would never hear or understand, let alone speak.

While it was disapointing to discover that I had been wrong about my initial idea, I was kind of glad that I wasn't reborn into a world that trains child soldiers. However, what world had I been born into then? I secretly hoped that I was just reborn into the world I had just left, as then I knew what to expect in life. As more time passed, I got more confident that I had been reborn into the United States, which while frustrating due to my British citizenship, was something that I could cope with.

Sadly, I didn't get the answer to my previous question until more than a year after mine and my twin's birth. Of course, there were signs that I was living in this world before I found out, from small signs such as my mother being prescribed morphine by the doctor that visited, to major signs such as my twin's name being Madge and the white uniform of the Peacekeepers, but I didn't think anything of these facts. I wasn't a doctor, so I wouldn't know about medication, and although her name made me think of her, many people would have called their children Madge after the character from the books.

It wasn't until my father sat my sister and I in front of the TV in Summer that I realised what world I was reborn into. As the TV counted down from 60 to 0, I panicked, suspecting the world this was. My suspicions were confirmed once the children on the screen began to murder each other and I watched these games in silent horror, knowing that I was not in the United States in my world, I was Panem in the world of the hunger games trilogy.

I would like to say that at that moment I decided on a plan to keep myself and my family alive while initiating the rebellion, but I didn't. Instead, in a moment of human weakness I said my first word, a word which accurately sums up my predicament throughout this life:

Shit.