It's been decades since the second rebellion. The Games continue, the Capitol has a new president. Ever since I can remember, my father convinced me to train for the Hunger Games. The time has finally come. This year is going to be my year. I'm ready. I can do it, I can go into the Hunger Games and take it all. The 107th Hunger Games is mine for the taking, and nobody is going to stop me from being crowned victor. They'll die trying.

[PART OF @Fanfic 's OFFICIAL HUNGER GAMES READING LIST!] Twelve districts. Twenty four tributes. Twenty three murders. One winner. May the odds be ever in your favour. [Cowritten]

What if Foxface didn't eat the nightlock?