My name is Primrose Everdeen. I am 13 years old. I was reaped to be in the hunger games. My sister Katniss volunteered and took my place. The Capitol destroyed district 12. Why am i not dead? I should be dead...
Katniss is not the only one that has been troubled ever since she came to district 13. I had to watch as the bombs came down on the only home I have ever known. I watched people, people that I knew try to run to safety. Of course, it had been no use.
I am usually in the bunker that 13 has provided for us, curled up in a ball on my bed trying to take my mind off of things. Working as a nurse helps me with that. I am focused on one thing and that is to help the patients in the hospital. Only if I could work there till the end of the day with my mother, but soon enough my shift is over I'm back where I started trying to take my mind off of things.
Right now I am in the cafeteria for lunch looking down at a bowl of mashed up sweat potataoes. Not many people are here in the cafateria right now or even in 13 at all. Most of the residnets that woukd be here at this time went to go protect Katniss as she takes a walk through the remains of district 12. I feel tears coming to my eyes, but blink them away. Just thinking about what Katniss will see makes eveything hurt.
When ever I used to start worrying about Katnisss or my mother in 12 I would always grab buttercup for comfort. But buttercup is not here anymore. Buttercup, my frieands, and all my possessions are lost in the ruble of district 12. I will never see my home or anything else I have come to love there ever again. My eyes start to burn and the tears start to fall.
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