In those cold, dark days, nothing was quite right in Panem.
Those dark, horrible days when the districts rebelled meant a
shortage of food and almost anything else. The districts had
begun to rebel against the Capitol one by one. The districts
lost. There used to be 13 districts, but the 13th was
obliterated. Lesson learned.  The capitol forced each district
to send one female and male tribute, ages 12 thru 18, to compete
in the Hunger Games, a fight to the death on national
television.  That year was the first year. I was 16 at the time,
and I put my heart and soul into District 4, my home's, chief
export, fishing. I was actually one of the very best
fisherwomen. I knew exactly how to throw my trident or net to
perfectly spear the fish.  Life was bliss.  On the reaping day,
or day that the names were first drawn, I caught my first
glimpse of a Capitol resident in the square. Mridu Khullar was
our representative from the Capitol, here to draw the names. She
was decked out in a bright, sparkly purple dress wi