9 months had passed. Nine months of living in a dream like state, having everything I'd ever wanted and more. Yet, I wasn't happy. I missed District 12. It was my home, my true home. And no one could take that away from me. I often begged dad to move back, but he was happy here. His career opportunities were amazing and we were earning more money than we ever had at the sweetshop. In his eyes everything was perfect. I was happily settling into my new life, he had an amazing job and a higher position in society. What else could we want? Home.

Sure I had made some amazing friends (but they all had stupid names, and stupid faces). Also they all treated my like a street urchin, come from somewhere as 'wild' as District 12. They soon realised I was civilised enough after some people teasing me got a plate of mash potato in their faces. My friends consisted of Sapphire: blue skin, with blue rhinestones permanently stuck to it in swirls, Kitty: nose slightly altered to look more feline, whiskers and black and orange striped hair and finally last but not least, Ginger who had dyed herself orange, from head to toe. The only normal looking one was Red. He, like me, had decided not to undergo any sort of surgery, dyeing, or piercing. He had a mop of curly brown hair and lovely chocolate coloured eyes. Everyone told him to at least dye something red, because of his name but he never did. He told me once that he hated his stupid Capitol name and would much prefer something normal like Jon, or Archie.

Red and me had a kind of love/hate relationship. Sometimes we got on amazingly, knowing each other's next sentence and a couple of times we had actually kissed (but never seriously). Other times we absolutely hated each other's guts.

It was during one of the love times when he introduced me to the rebellion. I had noticed he often went to secret meetings, sometimes at midnight and pestered him to tell me about them. At first he thought I couldn't be trusted but after a while he gave in and took me on the night the quarter quell was to be announced.

Several famous faces I recognised from the telly were there, including Plutarch Heavensbee. Red explained what it was in a hushed voice.

'Basically we're a group of people who want to overthrow the Capitol and the Hunger Games'.

I wasn't too surprised. I often had thoughts like this myself.

'Katniss, and her action with the berry… fuelled the rebellion. People in large, poorer districts are getting restless, but there needs to be someone to lead them. That someone is us.'

It kind of made sense. I was just pleased that there actually like-minded people to me in the world.

Red continued, 'We have the help of District 13 who can supply us….'

'Wait, what? District 13. That was bombed.'

'No. Of course it wasn't. Its main industry was nuclear weapons. If the Capitol had tried to bomb it, it would have bombed them back.'

It was a lot to take in, and I had so many questions but just then Plutarch interrupted us.

'Everyone its almost time for the announcement. I must warn you, they have almost definitely changed it from the original one I spies managed to get their hands on. It could be anything, so be prepared for a shock.'

The wave of muttering this statement caused died down as the projector on the wall started playing the Capitol anthem. We watched in silence as President Snow slowly read out the writing on the card.

His cold high voice, rang clear throughout the room, 'On the third quarter quell, to remind all districts that even the strongest among them cant overcome the Capitol, each tribute is to reap their tribute from the existing pool of victors'.

My first though was that the Capitol viewers wouldn't like this. The victors were like celebrities, family. Then I realised the complications back home, in District 12. Katniss was going back in the Games, and most probably Peeta too, as he would either be reaped or volunteer. There was uproar in the room. Everyone was shouting, screaming how unfair this was. Plutarch had gone deathly pale, but soon his eyes brightened with an idea.

'Settle down everyone. I hope you realise what this means. The tributes going into the games will be older, less naïve, more used to the Capitol's punishment. If we chose a select few to give information too, then this could be our chance to infiltrate the games. I know what the arena is; I can ensure what weapons will be in the cornucopia. We can break the force field, and get some hovercrafts in there. This has turned into a great opportunity,

There were cheers all around me. Capitol citizens were standing up, whooping, some even doing a little dance. I beamed at Red who was cheering along with everybody else. Our eyes were all filled with the same thing: hope.

The Capitol had made a great opportunity to stop the Games, and had dumped it in our laps.

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