This is a fanfic, where Prim and Gale go to the games. I hope it's good, I only did SYOT in my old story, and I only have one bad reaping for that.
Primrose Everdeen.
Two words that changed my life forever. I looked to Katniss for help. Her throat must have tightened, because she can't even manage a word. I slowly trudge up to the stage. I can't cry. I can't even think. I look out to Katniss again. She is in floods of tears, and is crying into the Baker's son's shoulder. What was his name again? Percy? Peter? Ah, yes, Peeta. That's it. Get a hold of yourself, Prim. Your going to the Games. Now, who will the boy be?
"Rory Hawthorne!" Effie drones out.
Now I really do cry. Rory, one of my good friends, is going to die. But then, someone calls something out.
"I volunteer!" It's Gale, Rory's brother and Katniss' hunting partner. At least, that's a bit better. I look into his cold, grey eyes. I swear he'll be the death of me. By now, Katniss is able to speak, but it's too late, as the Peacekeepers usher us in to the Justice Building.
I hope this is good!
Oh, what's down there? A button, the REVIEW button xD
~Chess