District 1. - Catching Fire

From District 1's POV. Kasee is just an average 17 year old girl. Aside from three things. 1- She's from District 1. 2- She's a victor of the 73rd Hunger Games. 3- She's madly in love with a boy she barely knows from District 12.

She met him when his father brought him to personally deliver bread through District 1. They fell in love whilst he was there for around a week or so. Then he left. She doesn't train like a career from her District should. She sees it as rule breaking. Then she volunteered for a twelve year old girl in the reapings. She met Finnick again but this time in the games. She won those games.

Now it's the 75th Hunger Games- The Quater Quell. Victors are to be reaped. Rebellions are to be started. Uprisings are to lead to more.


1. Chapter 1.

He runs to me. Calling my name. Four people can win this game. Two pairs. Two Districts get winners. That's what Cladius said. There's five of us left. District 2. Finnick and Maisy from 12. Me and Blight from 1. As soon as 2's gone, we've won. Finnick and I. We've made it this far. Boom! The familiar boom of the cannon blows through the wasteland arena. It's not Finnick, he's running towards me. It's not 12, she's following closely behind. I run towards Finnick and give him a quick kiss before...

I sit up. The light is coming through my curtains, it must be late. I push back my covers and notice the retro styled dress laying on my bed. I roll my eyes at it but I pull on some clean undergarments and change into the dress. I pat myself down before walking downstairs.

"Happy Reaping day sweetie!" My mother exclaims at me. She rushes over and gives me a kiss on the cheek. "Quarter Quell day and victors are going back in! Shame about District 12 though. There's not going to be a wedding now, is there? What with what's her name..."

"Katniss." I reply.

"What with Katniss going back in and with the boy..." She trails off again. Making me mad that she only remembers the wedding not about Katniss and Peeta. About their feelings.

"Peeta." I snap.

"And with Peeta most likely volunteering to stay with her. I mean it's like they don't even care about us! After all we do and they're cancelling the wedding. Honestly." She sounds like she's about to carry on.

"Shut up! Just shut up!" I yell, getting looks from my two brothers, father and mother. "No one cares about the wedding! What  about Katniss and Peeta?!" I yell even louder.

"Katniss and who?" My father asks.

"Katniss and Peeta, the winners of the 74th Hunger Games." They stare at me blankly. "The star-crossed lovers of District 12?" They continue to stare at me blankly. "The couple from District 12 getting married!" I scream. They nod in recognition as I storm out of the house towards the town hall. Why was I born into this district. Why not 12? Where I have to try to feed my family. Where not everything is handed to me on a plate. I feel like I live in the Capitol, but more trapped. I think to myself as I stumble towards town hall. They prick my finger for a drop of blood.

"Name?" They demand.

"Kasee Amberson." I reply, emptily. She points me through to a pen of previous victors. They're talking about who's going in.

"I'll volunteer for anyone who gets reaped." Says Daveed Gristlewhist, he's in his late 40's but is always looking for a fight. I stay silent as I stand in the corner by myself. I can only think of District 12. Katniss having her name on all those pieces of paper. Haymitch being picked but Peeta volunteering for him. Our escort walks on the stage. Her name is Dakota, Dakota Moore. She's nice enough but I think the Capitol got to her head, I only think this because she used to be in District 1. Somehow she got out.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the 75th Hunger Games, The Quater Quell. As you all know it's only Victors being reaped this year. Ladies first!" She hobbles in her heels over to the ball. Dipping her hand in she pulls out the first piece of paper she touches. "Cashmere!" Cashmere smiles and walks down towards the stage. "Any volunteers?" I step out of the pen area.

"I volunteer as tribute." I feel the angry stares of the other tributes as I walk past Cashmere towards the stage. I want Katniss and Peeta to win. I can't help them if I'm not in the arena. I hold my head up high as Cashmere whispers in my ear.

"You better win this. Oh and I forgot, I'm your mentor." She smiles and kisses my cheek, letting me carry on. I walk up the steps.

"Hello, well everyone knows your name as you only won last year but tell us again sweetie."

"Kasee Amberson." I say clearly. She nods.

"Gentlemen, your turn." She walks over to the ball. Again she dips her hand in and pulls out the first piece of paper.

"Gloss!" She exclaims. He snaps his head towards his sister and whispers something to the male tributes. Don't volunteer for me. I think. "Any volunteers?" No one speaks. "Very well, a round of applause for our District 1 Vict... I mean tributes!" We're ushered off stage and into the Justice Building. Cashmere. She's going to be my mentor. The thought hits me like a slap in the face. I wait in the Justice Building not expecting any visitors when my friend Lydia, walks in. She runs up to me and gives me a hug.

"Win this. Win this for me." She pleads. "You're my only friend. Please." I know the building's probably rigged by the Capitol.

"No. I'm going to help Katniss and Peeta win." I whisper. She pulls away from me. Confusion fills her face. Then a peacekeeper comes in and takes her away, another one follows leading me and Gloss to a car with our escort. Then onto the train.

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