Primrose Everdeen, Prim for short, sat in her house petting her cat, Buttercup. Tomorrow was the day the capitol chose the one boy and girl to go to the hunger games. The Hunger Games was when two people from every district fought to the death until one victor was left remaining. This was her first year. She was very nervous, though thankfully she had her sister, Katniss, helping her to feel better. Kind of. I mean, Prim was not the fighting type. She knew that she would not come out alive. She would rather help her mom care for people of the district, 12.
Buttercup began clawing at Prim. Food. He wanted food. Oh, did Prim wish she had more food. She got up to check the cupboard to see if there was anything to feed her companion, who was also her cat. Nothing except for a couple of crackers. Everything else would make Buttercup sick, or, it was needed for her family to eat. "You wanna cracker, Buttercup?" Prim said as enthusiastically as she could, which was hard at the moment. She took a cracker from their family's small supply of food. As she did so, something caught her eye.
She dropped the cracker to Buttercup, only glanceing at him enough to see him tilt his head at her, as if to say, what is this? Where is yummy food? She looked to the back of the cupboard, surprised she had never noticed this before. It looked like a small door. She tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. She decided just to leave it alone. It was probably nothing.
Prim went to her room. Well not really a room, just an old couch in the tiniest space ever. Bad for claustrophobic people. She couldn't sleep. Probably just because of the Hunger Games, right? But no, she felt this sudden urge to go open the door. Not her opinion, just something, or someone, inside telling her to go. Without thinking, she got up, and walked to the cupboard. It was very dark all throughout her house, and the floorboards creaked with every step. But Prim did not care. Very unlike Prim.
It felt almost like, what's that word, when someone takes over all of your actions and feelings. Possessed. No, she couldn't be possessed, right? Right. She opened the cupboard. It had a weird, eerie glow from it. That was unusual. Then, crazy enough as she opened the cupboard it grew larger and larger and larger, until it was larger than Prim. Now Prim felt like herself again. This was to weird.
The door was larger too. The one that was the size of her hand earlier. The one that wouldn't budge. She turned the knob of the door, and surprisingly, it opened very easily, with a cccrrreeeaaakkk. She walked in, and overhead lights almost blinded her. She squinted, and the lights dimmed. Huh. Prim was very confused, and tired. She was about to turn around and go back to bed, when she saw a huge, metal box, the size of, well the size of ten Prims doing a pyramid.
It was then that Prim realized how huge the room was. It seemed as if it was created by someone very, very rich. Maybe it was from far back in the past. She walked over to the huge metal box. There was yet another door that grew as you got closer. Out of nowhere, a scanner appeared. It scanned Prim, and she was freaking out. Then loudly, the machine/box said, "Primrose Everdeen, district 12, age 12. Enter."
Ok, that was so loud, how did that not wake my sister and mother? Prim thought to herself. She wanted to go in, but she didn't at the same time. Next thing she knew, she was in the box. It was huge in the inside. Buttons and lights surrounded her. Then, suddenly she heard a voice:
"TIME TRAVEL TO 2015"