Chapter 1:

"Rose get 'cho butt down here!" My brother, Cinna, yells and I roll my eyes. I swing off by bed, trow my makeup into a box, and run down the stairs. Cinna's waiting at the bottom, probably to tease me some more. I tackle him before he can, pinning his arms behind his back.

"Do I need to fill your bed with shaving cream again?" I ask, and he gulps. The Shaving Cream Incident was one of my more...interesting revenge ideas. It involved filling his bed with several contains of shaving cream, then locking him into his room.

"No, that was terrible the first time." Cinna shakes his head. I grin, he's so easy to scare.

"What are you guys breaking this time?" My dad, Peeta, asks. And I look up innocently.

"Who? Me?" I reply, batting my eyelashes. He sighs and mutters something about insane teenage girls. I almost tackle him, but decide not to. Anyone who managed to lie to an entire country is not to be messed with.

"You guys ready yet?" Mom asks me, ignoring he scene in front of her. There's a chorus of 'yes' and she smiles. "Good, lets get this show on the road!" we follow her out the door, and I sigh. I really hate the annual War Memorial party, mostly because there's lots of crying and hysterics.

On the train, a few people thank my parents and others take pictures. It's still really creepy to see your parents' faces on the covers of popular magazines. I mean, watching them murder children was bad enough. Detailed articles about their sex life...um, no. sometimes it really sucks to have famous Victors who pretty much started a rebellion as your parents.

Another problem with Rebellion parties, Gale Hawthorne. He killed my aunt and namesake, but does anyone care? Nooooooo, it's all 'oh look, there's that amazing War Hero.' I swear one of these days I'm going to murder him in his sleep.

After like, half an hour we arrive in the Capital. It's still shiny, clean, and very advanced, but I can't hate it. At least they don't kill 23 kids a year anymore. There's looks of disgust on my parents' faces, but I ignore it. The fact that my parents are insane and killers doesn't bother me anymore. I guess it comes with the whole 'I talk to dead people' thing.

The actual ceremony is fairly boring, Paylor reads a list of everyone who died in the war, and a few of the Victors make speeches. Johanna's is pretty much the same every year. She disses the Capital, and then makes some rude remark about my mom 'getting knocked up at seventeen'. Even though it's rude, I love her. Then there's a party with tons of food and everyone gets drunk. Pretty fun, and there's the plus of getting blackmail on people you hate.

This year, however, things are a bit different. Paylor announces they figured a way to bring people back to life. It's really scientific, but basically they take some DNA and the part of the brain with their memories, and recreates the person with it. Besides being as creepy as those Pre-Panem zombie movies, it's kinda cool. Unfortunately, I can't be happy for everyone else. Why? The people who tried to kill my parents are coming back to life.

Yeah, this is going to be a problem. There's one person on my mind as I try to find my friend Callie. His name is Cato and he tried to kill my parents. Like, a lot.

I'm screwed.

many people read this and told me i should continue. so, i will. it's going to be a different story, called 'The Career's Rose', and the above is my prolouge\first chapter. i hope you guys like it, although there will be swearing. as for Rose, well she's gong to be her own person. you nlearn more about Callie in the next installment.