A/N: This is my first fanfic, so reviews are very much appreciated. Thanks!

Invisibility has always been an unintentional talent of mine.

Back in District 5, I wasn't the type that was noticed. My grades weren't exceptionally high, but not low enough to be considered a problem. Quite a few of my classmates forgot my name (it's Fleta, in case you care), and those that did know it didn't know me. I suppose that, since I didn't talk a lot, they didn't think I was worth listening to.

I was unremarkable outside of school, as well. My younger brother needed lots of attention, and my older sister demanded it. Some middle children act out to get noticed, but I fell into my role without protest. On the weekdays I did my homework; weekends, I spent mostly at the printing press. I did my chores. I ate my vegetables. I brushed my teeth. Yes, I did everything I was supposed to do, but the world didn't think much of me.

Everything changed, though, at this year's reaping.

See, when your name is chosen from thousands, people don't easily forget it.

That day, I watched from the crowd, unaware of the turn my life was about to take, as Isabelline Bycaster reached into a glass sphere and drew out my destiny.