Hey guys! This is my first ever fanfic! I hope you like it! Please R+R, but be gentle. Like I said, it's my first time.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. Suzanne Collins is the lucky lady that was hit with a lightning bolt of genius.
Chapter One
I woke up screaming. "It was me!", I screamed, over and over. I looked up through my wet eyelashes to see an empty bed next to me. Katniss must be out hunting. My mother didn't wake up to my screams anymore. I crawled into bed with her. I loved my family and I could tell they tried hard to make me happy, but I couldn't help but notice the cold glares and eye rolling from my sister and the hurt expressions and crying from my mother. They tried to get along for my sake, but I knew it would be easier for them if I wasn't around. And it might bring them closer together if I died. I was very attached to my life but I knew I had to take a risk anyways. For my family.
I thought about Rory. If I could talk to one person right now, it would be him. He knows exactly what I'm going through. Feeling like a burden to our families. I suggested running away once, but Rory just laughed and said, "You wouldn't last five minutes, Primmie." I knew he was right. I mean, I'm afraid of butterflies for gods sake. But I could do it with Rory. For Rory. I fell asleep thinking about dark, messy hair...
I woke up to a clattering and a loud string of swear words from the general direction of the doorway and sat strait up. "Hey Prim.", came the low voice of my bigger sister. "Sleep well? No of course you didn't.", she added when she saw me in moms bed with tear stains down my face. I heard her mutter something along the lines of, "Hunger Games...never in our favor." Mom came through the door. I hadn't even realized she was gone. "Hello Katniss." she said, and I thought she might die from the formalities. "Do you have anything for breakfast, sweetie?" Katniss shot her a glare. "Yes, I do." Katniss replied through clenched teeth, and handed her the game bag. "You can make something from the strawberries and roots."
I left the room under the pretense of going to the bathroom to clean up for the reaping. There I found a soft frilly white dress already laid out for me. I fingered the fabric carefully. Judging by the soft cotton and silk sash, this was from my mother's days as a merchant's daughter. The dress was too beautiful for my body, but I washed up and put it on. I tied the sash, but it was still loose in the back. When I walked out of our tiny bathroom, I heard a low chuckle from behind me. I turned and saw my sister smiling a sad sort of smile. I couldn't breath. In just a few hours I would be leaving everything I had ever known. This was one of the rare smiles from my sister so I focused on her face. I memorized this smile so I would never forget it. I vaguely heard Katniss say something about a duck, and I laughed weakly. She tucked in the back of my dress where it had poofed up over my sash. Katniss turned away, the expression on her face suddenly dangerous.
My mother brought three plates to the table with caramelized roots and strawberries on the side. I saw the katniss roots and could barely hold back tears. Why am I so emotional today? Of course I knew the answer. The next month or so would change my life forever. We finished eating and stood up in a tense triangle. My mother had tears in her eyes. Katniss shot her a glare and she composed herself. Then, silently, we left together.
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