Strong VS Weak (The Hunger Games fanfic) **ON HOLD**

My name is Karli Ashen, I was born and raised in District 12, and I am the first weak tribute from my District for the 75th annual Hunger Games. I grew up with my father and younger sister Nadia in the depths of the seam. My mother died shortly after giving birth to Nadia, making me only two when she died.

At the age of 15, I was the first tribute for the third Quarter Quell. I had to survive a whole week of nothing but gamemaker's torcher, and the most fierce weather I've ever experienced. At least nobody was trying to kill me, very odd the quell they came up with this year. I watched the blood bath of the new tributes, probably shouldn't have, because it haunted me. I just wanted to see what I was going to have to be up against. How am I going to survive this? Simple answer, I wont.

{In my fanfiction Catching Fire and Mocking Jay never happened, and Katniss ended up winning, therefore Peeta died}