Wanda's 'House'

I arrived home to the usual squabblings between siblings.

My older sister spent the day working at the local bakery, which paid her barely enough to keep the house going and prevent us going into care.

My younger brother, who was six, went to the local school in the mornings and had learnt to grow up fast after our parents died.

Tonight was the anniversery of their disapperance, a year ago they had tried to escape District 12 and find somewhere new for us to live. We hid in a small cave as they took our parents away, the hovercrafts were silent but deadly. I could still hear my mother's last scream as they captured them in the nets.

Anyone who is captured by the Capitol is never seen again.