Hi! So, this is my first story. Or at least my first fanfic.

Basically, Catching Fire never happened. Peeta and Katniss are living in the Victor's Village, they won the Games, and haven't been forced to go in again.

Reviews are greatly appreciated, and flames are good too (they help me notice all the non-important details that were confusing or wrong).

Frost's POV

I crouched low on the branch, knife in hand, eyes locked on the forest floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my brother, Jack, poised in an archer's stance, bow at the ready. He was still as a statue, hardly even blinking. Somewhere not too far away, my twin sister Sunny was picking berries, digging roots, gathering anything edible.

A rabbit hopped lazily beneath my branch. It was huge. My eyes met Jack's, and he nodded, giving me the kill. I narrowed my eyes, aimed, and threw my knife.

The rabbit only had time to look up at the barely perceptible noise the knife made before it was skewered through the head. I dropped to the ground quietly and pulled the knife out of my kill, wiping the blood on a cloth I'd brought for just this purpose.

Everything we did was though out. Wiping it on my pant leg or shirt would leave a very obvious blood stain. And what would the peacekeepers think? My little family didn't hunt to trade, so we weren't well known. We hunted to feed ourselves. Whatever was left over- a pelt, a hunk of meat, some greens- was traded for the little thing we couldn't otherwise afford.

Adding the rabbit to my belt- I had a squirrel and a pheasant- I was overcome by how heavy it was. I tried shifting it around, but ended up just carrying it.

Jack came over to join me, Sunny behind him.

"Want to head back?" he asked me.

I shrugged. "Sure. Which way?"

There were two holes in the fence that we used. The first let out near the Victor's Village, while the other was near the Hob.

"The Village, I think," Sunny said. "We can trade later." Sunny and I were twins, but at the same time we were polar opposites. My hair was black, hers was golden-brown. Our eyes were both blue, but mine were dark while hers were light. And as for our personalities- I was quiet and closed-off, but Sunny? Nicest person you'll ever meet.

Ever.

"Yeah, sure." Jack and I agreed unanimously, and our little trio started to head towards the fence.

We waited for the telltale hum that meant the fence was on, but all was quiet. First Sunny, then me, then Jack slipped under the fence and headed towards the back doors of one of the victor's houses.

No, none of us have ever won the Hunger Games. Neither had either of our now dead parents. We lived here because we had no choice.

When Sunny and I were 8 (Jack was 12), both our parents were killed for illegal hunting. We had to watch. But the second they were dead, Jack had grabbed the two of us and ran to the Victor's Village. He broke into the back door of one of the houses that was uninhabited (only one was in use at the time) and slammed it behind us. "We're living here now", he'd said simply.

From then on, we'd provided for ourselves. Jack and I could hunt, I could cook, Sunny knew everything there was to know about plants and healing.

So now, eight years later, we still live here, still haven't been caught.

Otherwise, we'd probably be dead.

Entering the house, we dumped our loads on the kitchen table. Ours wasn't as elaborate as the other Victor's homes; it'd never been decorated. Plain furniture, unpainted walls. But it was home.

Sorry this chapter isn't very exciting. I had to set the scene, introduce characters and such.

I won't wait for reviews to write more, but they'd be greatly appreciated. I'll try and write more ASAP!