Ever wondered why Ceasar's story is never told in the Hunger Games? Maybe because he did something so unthinkable and so radical that it changed the Hunger Games forever. Want to know what? Keep reading to find out. :P Many thanks to all my readers. :)

I brush my black hair behind my ears. Another day. It's just another day. No, it's more than that. It's reaping day. Once again. It seems to come twice as often, but I guess that's just because the older I get, the more time my name goes in the reaping ball. 

"Ceasar!" An impatient voice calls from below. "When I said I wanted you downstairs now, I meant now! It's reaping day! Wouldn't want to be late, now, would we?"

"No Mother." I take a last look at myself in the full-length mirror. It's not a usual reaping-day outfit, but it will do. Instead of the usual pants and shirts we wear, which are usually boring and grey, I've gone for something different. I've always been a little hippy-ish in my style. But I think my paint-splattered jeans and bright button-up top look smart.

Mother gasps when I emerge, with my short hair neatly brushed and tucked into style. "This is reaping day, honey! Not show day!" She tousles my hair and sighs at my outfit, but shoves a bowl at me. "Eat. And hurry!"

The place where we always have the reaping looks the same. Dreadful. There's no colour anywhere, everything is drab and boring. My mind flickers back to last year's hunger games. The desert, quenching everyone's thirst and killing everyone slowly and painfully. There wasn't many deaths that year. The most you ever saw of the tributes was their faces, hunched against the wind.

I give up my hand to the Peacekeeper, who stabs it with a humming device that matches my blood with my name. "Over there, please." She waves me away. I hurry over to my small circle of friends in the 16 year old group. Danny looks frightened, as they all do. Her face is pale and strained, the colour drained out of it.

"Welcome, district 2, to the annual Hunger Games!" Genie says smartly. Now there's someone that appreciates fashion! Straight from the Capitol, she's a drop-dead gorgeous belle-of-the-ball woman. Gorgeous. Her hair is like silk, falling to her waist in golden waves. Her high-heeled shoes glitter in the sunlight, matched with her ornery dress that I'm pretty sure has gold sewn into the seams.

Suddenly the whole area goes silent. I see Genie up the front, holding the paper. What did she say? I look around, but my friends are staring at me. Me? I notice Genie onstage, bending forward and beckoning.

My friends are all looking sad, especially Danny, who is openly crying. The Peacekeepers finally come to seek me out. I'm still in a daze, rooted to the spot until they seperate the crowd and grab me. I'm forced to walk between them until I'm finally standing next to the gorgeous specimen.

She smiles at me, almost sorry for me, and pats me on the back. "Ceasar. I'm so glad you could finally join us, dear! Do you have any last words?" She's leaning in to hand me the microphone. I've only ever held pretend ones before, in the shower, when I'm singing.

"I love your dress." I say. The compliment resounds around the area. A few people look shocked. My mother looks amused.

Genie is blushing, a tomato colour creeping up her cheeks. "Why, thank you. I'm so glad there's someone else here who appreciates fashion." She smiles, then whips over to the girl's reaping ball.

"Leia Mitchells?" She reads out. My district counterpart comes up onstage, practically running. She gives me a death glare and shakes Genie by the hand.

Before Genie can even ask if there's anything she wants to say, she grabs the microphone and says very loudly and clearly: "Remember this face, because I will be standing back here before you know it, and I want you all to see what a victor looks like." She twirls around for the audience, who clap. I'm sure there's a few wholf-whistles out there as well.

The Peacekeepers come to herd us into the train, but they don't even have to make sure that Leia won't run away, because she runs towards the train. The lights light up along the train's corridor, and we're whisked off to the Capitol.