A/N Sorry it has taken so long for this chapter to come out! I have just been so busy trying to work out all the different stuff in this story…like trying to work out all the stuff about the tributes. Also, you know, school and stuff. So yeah…hope you enjoy!

I dedicate this chapter to Weeshar just because I can. :)

Chapter 1

Iceabelle Bloom, District 3, 12 years old

"Iceabelle, can you hear me? Iceabelle? Iceabelle?" My eyes start to flutter open. I am laying in my bed with my little sister, Becka. She doesn't feel as warm as she normally does, maybe she is sick. I turn in her direction and reach my hand out to touch her. When my hand touches her, it springs back. That's not Becka, Becka doesn't have golden hair!

I jump out of bed and turn towards where I heard my mother's voice. She must know what's going on.

"Iceabelle, are you deaf? I have been calling your name for minutes!" That's not my mother's voice! I freeze as the person turns on the small light in the room.

"Who are you?" I ask, my heart racing faster than a runaway horse.

"Who I am does not matter," the person-who I can now tell is a lady, probably around 40 years old- says.

I want to tell her it does matter. What am I doing here? Where am I?

"All that matters is what you are extremely late for," the woman says, grabbing my wrist and dragging me towards a door on the far wall.

"What's going on?" I whimper, tears starting to spill down my cheeks. The woman rolls her eyes.

"Will you please shut your mouth? All will be revealed soon." She drags me along through hallway after hallway, making me more confused by the second. After a few minutes she stops at a door, grabs a key out of her pocket, and unlocks the door. "Go in and no talking."

The door shuts behind me before I can blink my eyes. When I look around me, I can see there is nothing in this room except a small carpet in the middle of the cement floor. I walk over to the carpet and as I am about to sit, I hear a loud booming voice coming from behind me.

"Greetings everyone! My name is Ms. Snow, your new president. I am here to tell you that if you are hearing this message right now, you have been chosen to compete in the 76th Hunger Games!"

Wait, what did she just say? The Hunger Games?

We have studied the Hunger Games in school. In fact, we had a whole week where we just watched recaps of each Hunger Games. It was very disturbing. Who could find entertainment in killing people? Don't they understand that they will never come back? Their families will never be able to hear their voice again? Suddenly I am very cold as I make a realization.

I am going to die.

A/N Sorry this chapter is so short! I needed a bit more of an intro before I started getting into anything else. Please review! Hope to update again soon! ~Sophia