Hey guys its ThatBlondeGirl130 here. To give you a taste of my writing style, here's a prologue about how the games have begun again.

Glinda Odair POV

"Glinda? Glinda!"

I wake up with start. I'm not used to my mother yelling. She knows it scares me ever since the doctor warned her coughing could set her off into a fatal fit. My name is Glinda Odair. Don't laugh; I know it's weird. I'm 16. I live in District 4. My mother is dying and I've never met my father. My grandpa's name was Finnick. Finnick Odair.

I never knew he was my grandpa until recently. But I know a little about the rebellion, 30 years ago, when all the districts rose up to take over the Capitol and all of Panem and how my grandfather was in the middle of it all and how he died being part of it. I only know this from stories my mother tells me. They won't teach us about it in school. They see it as too depressing a time, a time that should be erased from history. She told me about the Hunger Games, when they used to send teens in to fight for the death and how her mother was so grateful when the rebellion ended so no future generations would have to compete. Until one day, a victor named Katniss Everdeen stood up for us all. She became a symbol of rebellion they called a Mockingjay. Mother says she fought alongside my grandfather for people like us, who the Capitol never cared about. But Katniss Everdeen disappeared soon after the rebellion and another woman named Paylor, who used to be mayor of District 8 took over as President. She's still President now after 30 years. I don't really know much about her, just how she looks from her speeches on TV. She seems nice enough; a firm but fair kind of person. If she was the one who made Panem like it is now, she has to be doing an ok job.

"Mom! Doctor Jacks said don't yell. It could kill you, remember" I say, almost yelling myself.

My mother gives me a funny look.

"Damn doctors. They don't know nothing, Glinda. I, your mother know what's best for me and you. Charlotte Everdeen wouldn't have ruled against yelling" she retorts.

"What were you yelling about anyway? Is it important?" I say impatiently.

"Now don't use that tone with me. Goodness, what would your father say if he was here?"

"Don't talk like he died mom. He left us because he wanted to. He had a choice"

I'm glad the Hunger Games don't exist anymore. If they did and I had to compete it could my mother. She's dying and she knows it but she likes to act like she's completely fine. She's and my grandmother are my only family now. My grandmother's name is Annie Cresta. She was a victor of the Hunger Games a long time ago. She and Finnick had a son a long time ago too. My dad. But he moved away from District 4 before I was born. Nobody knows where.

Even though my family's a bit on the small side, I have a couple of friends too. There's Shelly, she's 16 like me and is probably the sweetest girl you'll ever meet. She always thinks the best of everyone. All of the boys are mad about her because she's pretty with long brown hair that she ties in two waist length plaits but she'd rather hang around with me She wants to save everything and everyone but this means she does have one thing going for her- she's an excellent healer. Then there's Letsha Carter. He and his twin sister Celena go to my school. They may look the same but their personalities are completely different. In a way, Celena's a lot like Shelly. But unlike Shelly, Celena feels the need to preach her opinions on animal rights and/or cruelty to the world. Also when she's really trying to get her point across, she starts her sentence with "Don't cha think…" Believe me it gets a little old. But me and Letsha are close since we were 10. Now, I know what you're thinking- that there's some kind of romantic relationship between us. But you'd be wrong. If there's one thing I know about Letsha is that he is crazy about Shelly. I introduced them but I never fought they'd get on so well especially considering Shelly is as anti-animal harming as Celena and Letsha's is one of the best fisherman in District 4. Naturally though, Shelly doesn't have a clue Letsha likes her- she just thinks they're really good friends. I would have told Letsha to back off Shelly if he seemed like the other guys that go after her. But he's not. He is literally crazy for her. Like volunteer for the Hunger Games for her crazy. I turn back to my mother.

"So what did you want to show me?" I ask, trying to sound more eager this time.

"The news, Glinda. President Paylor's on" she says, as if it's of some major importance to me.

I mean, President Paylor appears every month to make any important announcements or occasionally if there's some kind of shortage. It's no big thing when she appears.

"So?"

"So? Violet do you remember what day it is?"

I scan my mental calendar trying to remember if anything special is supposed to be happening today. Then I remember. Before I can open my mouth to say my mum impatiently announces it for me.

"It's the Mockingjay Day, don't you remember?"

The Mockingjay Day. I remember. It started a year after the rebellion, before I was even born. President Paylor decided we should have some way to honour those who took part in the rebellion, particularly those who died. So every year on May 5th, the President makes a speech and then a list of everyone that died is shown on screen. My grandpa's name will be on there. My point is, I have no desire to watch it, on TV or otherwise. I edge towards the remote.

"Turn it off mom. It's going to be no different than any other year" I say, but as I reach for the remote my mother snatches it away.

"I want to watch. It's the 30th anniversary. Maybe they'll do something different" she protests.

So I decide to watch it with her. I watch as Paylor makes her way to the stage her grey hair tied in a high pony tail, similar to the way my own blonde hair is tied. She's in her early sixties now but she's lucky enough to still have a certain prettiness about her. She stands by a pedestal with a microphone perched on it. Every year her appearance manages to convince me she'll speak all soft and quiet and this year is no different. I jump when her booming voice fills the room as if she's in our little house.

"Happy Mockingjay Day citizens of Panem! As you all know it is 30 years since the brave Districts of Panem peacefully rebelled for equality. After 30 years as president, I'm amazed how much Panem has changed. But of course none of this could have been possible without those who fought, those who died and of course the Mockingjay herself, Katniss Everdeen. Now, we honour those who died fighting in the rebellion" Paylor says; now whispering as I'd originally expected her to.

Credits begin to roll like in a film but instead of actors and crew the names of the districts and their dead roll. My mother and I look out for Grandpa's name when they reach the people from District 4 in case they miss it. She spots it before I do.

"Look Glinda! Finnick Odair!" she says like she's just won the lottery.

But I miss it anyway. We watch the rest of the names up until 13. After the last of the names are shown, Paylor comes back on screen, even more shaken up than before. Even so, she tries to finish off her speech.

"We will honour all of them eternally. Now have a lovely day every-"she starts but then she's cut off.

Suddenly Paylor starts hyperventilating as if she's choking on the air. She tries to grab the pedestal for support but misses and falls to the floor. Several of the crew rush on stage but Paylor goes still. A man, who I'm guessing is the doctor, checks her pulse and shakes his head. He stands up and goes the pedestal.

"President Paylor… is dead" he says quietly.

I nearly fall off my chair. Paylor can't be dead. There's just no way. I keep watching the TV waiting for her to get up as if it's some sick joke. But she doesn't. Instead I hiss "Someone cut the camera" and then the screen goes black. My mother sits still as Paylor, her mouth wide open.

"Mom? Are you ok?" I ask, concerned.

My mother shakes her head, releasing her from the shocked trance. She turns to me.

"Paylor's dead" she says, almost sounding like she's a little girl and I'm her mother.

"Yes she is Mom" I reply quietly.

"Why don't you go out for a bit? I think I need some time to clear my head"

I leave without saying another word. I go to my room. As soon as I get in there. a thousand questions appear in my head. How did Paylor die? Who's going to take over as president? Is there going to be a president? Is everything going to change? After thinking for a bit, it suddenly dawns on me my mother's out there alone. So I get up to check on her only to see her standing up and pacing around. I frown at her. She doesn't register my frown but I register the look of panic in her face. She grabs me by my shirt and pulls me toward our living room. She goes so fast and I can't keep up properly so she ends up practically dragging me there.

"Mom! What was that for?" I grumble.

"Shh! Just watch!" she hisses back.

I'm taken back a little by this. My mother never gets snappy at all. But then, I begin to watch and suddenly understand her urgency. Salem, Paylor's son, stands up against the pedestal she had just hours ago. He's in his late 30's and has straight black hair and tanned skin. He's practically shouting out his audience.

"My mother's death isn't the main issue of situation! Panem was falling apart anyway, with this relaxed attitude. Business is down, no district seems to take their industry seriously and I know now that it's up to me to pull us out of this disaster. Therefore, I will by taking over presidency of Panem starting now. I assume there are no objections to this?"

Salem looks to the camera as if he's asking everyone, from the babies to the little old ladies, if they object. As soon as he finishes his sentence a large group of men in white uniforms carrying guns walks up to the stage. I don't recognise what they are but my mother does.

"Peacekeepers" she whispers, a horrified look on her face.

"For my first decree, each District will be assigned 1000 Peacekeepers effective, immediately!" Salem barks to the camera.

1000 Peacekeepers? But that's 13,000 people!

"Secondly, anyone living in the Capitol whose parents or grandparents lived in one of the districts, must return to said District within a week. Failure to do so will result in execution. From now on, no one from any district may leave said district unless instructed by the Capitol. An electric fence will surround each District, never to be crossed".

That's when it dawns on me. This wasn't spontaneous. This has been planned. For months, maybe even years. But how are people going to stand for this?

"Finally, to make sure none of you step out of line this time, from now on, every year, we are to have..."

I wait in suspense but I already know what's coming. A tiny satisfied smile appears on Salem's face.

"A Hunger Games"