hey I'm summer! Thx for reading my story! plz R&R! id love to see your reviews. This is my first fanfic so no flames or hate! Thx! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: i do not own the hunger games
Pre-info:
Prim is reaped and is 13. Cato is 15. Katniss and Gale are stuck on the other side of the fence and prim is on the train with Effie, Haymitch, and Peeta.
Chapter 1:
I was in my room in the train admiring all the pretty clothes. I put on a soft pink dress that went to my knees. My thought drift over to Katniss. I didn't get to see her when we said goodbye to our family. I wished Katniss could have been there with Mom, to say goodbye. Tears begin to prick my eyes. I haven't cried yet. I don't know why. I just felt hollow. Like this is all a dream that can be fixed. But it's not.
Reality hits, and it hits hard. I begin to cry, flinging myself onto my bed. My tears turn to sobs that rack through my body. I eventually drift off to sleep.
By the time I wake up I have calmed down and am almost cheerful. Effie came to wake me up. "Come on Prim, dinner is ready!" She says in a funny accent. Her voice is very high, higher then mine. I giggled in spite of myself. "Okay." I say. We start to walk out together when I catch her hand and hold it. Effie seems surprised and pleased. I guess in the capital people don't hold hands. It doesn't matter to me, I like Effie. She's nice. Except for being part of and supporting the whole hunger games thing. When we get to the dining car, I let go of her hand and gasp. There is so much food! Dinner is delicious. I want too eat all of it, but I remember mom telling me that too much food is bad for you when the mayor came over sick after a capital party. The food is so amazing, and I have to stop myself from stuffing it all in my face. Effie is happy because "At least we have manners." I beamed at her when she said that. Haymitch comes at the end of dinner, and throws up. I look at him concerned. "Haymitch are you okay?" I ask worriedly. Peeta pats my hand reassuringly. "He's just had too much to drink." He tells me. I nod. Effie leaves the room, murmuring, "Disgusting! No manners, no manners at all!" I tell Haymitch to eat some vrabera root if he can. "It'll ease the queasiness" I tell him. Haymitch chuckles and says in a slurred voice, "I'll see sweetheart" and leaves. I shake my head. I feel sorry for Haymitch. God knows what's happened to him. "Well, goodnight Peeta." I tell him and head off to bed.