Name, wealth, status. It didn't matter anymore. We were all equal in the eyes of the Victors. Beasts, spoiled, privileged, children of the Capitol that deserved to feel all the pain of The Districts. We all deserved to die. Twenty-four of us, twelve males, twelve females, all between the ages of twelve and eighteen, trapped, in something of some of our parents creation, they weren't in charge anymore. Our lives were at the mercy of The Districts. These are our Games. Let the 76th annual Hunger Games begin, and may the odds be ever in your favor.

Lapis was new to Beach City, as well as going to college. She wasn't one for making friends, but was drawn in by Peridot.