A/N: This is a story written after the first Hunger Games where Katniss and Peeta die. Starts from Prim's point of view but will change later.
Chapter 1: Life
Prim's POV
As I looked out the window at all the passing woodland I couldn't help but think 'Why me?'
I'm thirteen years old and my name is Primrose Everdeen. And I have been selected for the 75th Hunger games.
I couldn't say my life was perfect before I mean my father was dead and my mother was in a deep depression. What could I do move on? Ditch my older sister? No I stayed and slowly my mother's condition improved. That was until Katniss volunteered for the Hunger Games last year. She's dead now. Some prick called Cato ended up killing her and Peeta. After that I knew I didn't have much hope of avoiding the Games. President Snow has a sick mind, he enjoys, along with all the other Capitols, watching 23 kids die every year. I've tried to train but I just couldn't do it. I can't kill other people just so I can survive. That's not how I work. I'm a healer. My job is to fix all the people who have been harmed by Snow's madness.
There's a knock on my door. That will be Effie.
"Darling it's diner time," she says in a tearful voice.
"Coming," I reply.
The train would be magnificent except for the fact that with each kilometer we travel I am getting closer to my death. I sit down at the dinner table that is already laden with food. I don't fell like eating so I just nibble on a bread roll. Haymitch and my fellow tribute Zaeine Hadlyels are also sitting at the table.
"So you two got any strengths," asks Haymitch in a slurred voice. He is obviously drunk. Not that I blame him, I mean the one-year he gets decent tributes they die just before the end. Zaeine starts to answer the question but it is clear that Haymitch isn't listening because he has just fallen into his soup. None of this interests me so I continue nibbling my roll. When did I stop caring?
Zaeine is trying to catch my eye as we sit down to watch the recaps of the reapings. Last year I would have cared about this strange behavior but now I really couldn't give a damn. The TV flickers on and Caesar Flickerman is there commenting on the district one tributes. Even Caesar, normally so bright and chirpy, is looking a little down. Maybe something is happening in the Capitol that hasn't reached the Districts yet?
It is only until they are showing district 8 that I realize I have seen someone before. The district 2 tribute is actually my sister's killer's little brother. Yes, the Ziebel vs. Everdeen contest has returned to the Hunger Games once again.
A/N: To be continued…
Hope you liked it sorry for any mistakes I am only a kid and also language may be different to your language. Australian not American :D
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