First of all, I have posted the on Young Writers Club wiki. I am putting on here so more people can enjoy. I hope you like it, for I have been planning this story for a long time!

No one really gets me. My mother and father died. Making me and my twin sister Clar fend for ourselves. I learned how to kill someone with my bare hands 20 different ways before I learned my ABC's. By the time I did learn my ABC's, every letter stood for something you could kill someone with. Its evil. How the Capitol thinks all of us are at their feet. We're not. I personally, have to act evil to be in District 2. Mean, cruel, arrogant. Cato only knows I act like a Capitol freak. He always knocks twice and sends me yellow marigolds. No one will ever get me except him.

I know the reaping. How everyone congratulates you when you go into the arena. It's sick. I for once, always cry because my best friend volunteers. Then she dies in twenty different ways then kills. It scares me. But the Capitol, I know has some secrets on their hands. You know those muttations? Yes, those are the actual tributes or worse, clones. This will be your last chance to stay alive. If you do, you go back to your normal life. It's scary to think about, but yes, if I die before Cato if we were both in the same Hunger Games, I will become a beast, and only a few has been able to escape the beast's cruel hearts. I will. I have even saw my best friend, she is still a muttation somewhere or maybe dead. I think she is a mockingjay. One always comes at my window.

Being from District 2, everyone thinks I do not starve. I do. I get 1 meal everyday. Its broth and bread. That's it. Never enough. The Capitol will never love us. Never. We get less than District 10. It's so wrong. They just edit graphs so people are jealous. Of us. Because we are at the Capitol's feet. Always. That's what they want you to think. I know the basics of more jealousy in itself.

You know how everyone thinks we are mean and arrogant and well fed? Some of us are not. So what they do is they make you eat 8 course feast for every meal. And force it down. Arrogance and meaness? Its a medicine. You heard me right. They posion us to be mean and cruel. It scares everyone. I, just act like it so I do not have to take it. Same with Cato. But most, they take it, and become like that forever.

My reaping dress is always sent from the Capitol, so I look rich. Its purple velvet with bows. Oh how much I hate them. Clar, my twin takes it and gives me her green one. I put it on. I am surrounded by the Capitol. Everywhere. On my stomach even a hairdresser comes by and does our hair. We do not live in luxury until, the reaping.

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