Full summary: We all know Katniss was the one who volunteered for her sister, but what if Prim volunteered for Katniss? This is what would happen. Prim and Gale are reaped. What will happen? Who will die? Will Prim or Gale come out of the Arena, alive? Well, dear reader, you will just have to read on.

A/N: Hey guys! So I know this has probably been done before, but I had a great idea. What if Prim and Gale went into the Games? These are Prim's Games.

Primrose Everdeen POV:

"Prim," A broken voice called out to me, "help us."

I looked around me. Katniss was standing next to me, her grey eyes vacant. Her skin was translucent, and her white shirt was stained with blood. Next to her stood the baker's son, Peeta. His blue eyes were unusually dull, his blond hair dirty.

Then, they both collapsed. Two cannons shot out in the distance.

Katniss was dead. Peeta was dead. No matter what I did, where I looked, I saw Katniss' lifeless eyes.

I gasped, my eyes fluttering open. It was only a dream. Katniss wasn't dead. I looked to my right for confirmation. Katniss was sleeping next to me, her black hair strewn across the pillow, out of its usual braid.

I picked my beautiful cat, Buttercup, off the foot of our bed. He wasn't really beautiful, not to Katniss, but he was to me. His fur exactly matched the color of a buttercup, for which he was named. He hates Katniss with a passion. I clearly remember the day when I brought him home.

"Prim, you know we can't keep him. Look at his fur, it's covered in fleas! I don't want another mouth to feed." Katniss said, grabbing Buttercup away from me. She filled up a bucket of water. It wasn't until the last second that I realized what she was about to do.

"No, Katniss!" I yelled. "You can't drown him!"

She didn't even glance in my direction. She dunked Buttercup into the bucket, keeping him submerged.

"Katniss!" I yelled, trying in vain to pull her hand up out of the water. Buttercup was just a kitten! She couldn't kill him!

Tears fell out of my eyes. "Please, Katniss! Don't kill Buttercup!"

Katniss pulled him out of the water. "Buttercup?"

I grabbed my kitten and proceeded to dry him off with my blue shirt, despite his mews of protest.

"Yes. His fur looks exactly like a buttercup!"

I smiled and petted Buttercup. I was glad I had saved him; he was not only a great mouser, he was my best friend. Buttercup mewed in objection when I picked him up, but soon began purring. I stroked his coarse fur as I walked into Mama's room. I pulled the rough blanket up and slid into bed. Mama always chased away the nightmares.

Buttercup must have sensed my anxiety, for he cuddled up next to me, and rubbed his chin against mine. I fell back asleep to the sound of Mama's breathing and Buttercup's purring.

A/N: Well, that's just the beginning. I know it was short, but I want to know if anyone is interested. For further clarification, the whole story will be from Prim's point of view. Gale will also be in the Games. This will be the only short chapter. Does it sound interesting? Tell it to me in a review.

~Fire