It was a normal day for little Primrose Everdeen. She was seven and life was great! (From her perspective.) She was smart, pretty, and part of a happy family. With a mommy, and daddy, and big sister. Until this day. This horrible day that had not yet turned horrible.
Prim knew something was wrong as soon as the alarms sounded. She was sure her father was ok, but one could always worry, especially in her country. So there she was sitting quietly at her desk waiting for her sister while everything else was in complete bedlam. Finally Katniss arrived and they made their way to the mines, following the crowds. Imediately Katniss began searching for their mother. But Prim being very smart even at the age of seven knew there was a problem when Mommy wasn't looking for her.
It must have been hours! They had found Mommy and were waiting and hoping more then anything that their Daddy, the one who sang like the birds would be next to come out of the dusty old train. She hoped more then anything that she could be the next little girl to run up past the gates to get her daddy. She wanted so bad to be able to show him the art project she had finished earlier and the coal history test she had aced. Oh why couldn't he just hurry up!
Eventually the trains stopped coming and the commotion died down, but where was Daddy? Where was that guy who sang beatiful lullabies and kindly braided her hair every morning? Was he in the forest? She was so curious to where Daddy was that she didn't even notice stumbling home in the cold after Katniss.
This is the little Everdeen's story from her father's death to her's. Please read on.