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Chapter 1: The Beginning
~Prim's P.O.V
Today is reaping day. Well, to be expect it's my 4th reaping day which that makes me 15. Only 3 more years until it's over. Katniss has left earlier on this morning to go hunting with Gale to get some food for lunch later on. So now it's just mother, Buttercup, Lady and I in our small quiet house.
Suddenly there is someone knocking on the door. I get up and go over to see who it is. Its Rory Hawthorne. As soon as he sees me he runs over and kisses me. Wow. I definitely wasn't expecting that. He's never kissed me before, I just always thought of us as friends. Well, I do have to admit he is pretty hot. The kiss had made me feel warm and all tingly inside.
"Hey Prim." He says with his voice as smooth as honey.
Even though he didn't really really say anything I could feel my cheeks going bright red.
"Hey Rory." I reply quietly.
I invite him in and we sit on the lounge quietly not knowing what to say. As soon as I sit down Buttercup jumped up on my lap and hissed at Rory. He has never really been that fond of Rory ever since that time Rory locked gimmick outside in the rain. We just sit there not saying a word whispers whilst I'm stocking Buttercup's old and worn ginger fur.
"Are you nervous?" He asks me breaking the silence.
"Yeah I guess so. Only a little bit though. What about you?" I whisper.
"The same I guess."
"How many times have you had to put your name down for tesserae now?" He asks with a nervous tone in his voice.
"I don't know, I think twelve or so." I say not wanting to talk about it.
We just sit there quietly for another hour before Rory has to leave and get ready. He says goodbye and I head to my room to go and get ready myself.
Mother has laid out a beautiful lilac blue dress and a pair of shoes that match. One of her many dresses she has kept from her tapestry days. She walks in and just gazes at me for a few seconds before she says anything.
"You look exactly like me when I was your age wearing that dress." She half whispers.
"Thankyou." I say as she is walking over to do my hair.
I wonder how she is going to did my hair this time as she does my hair different every year. She does it in my normal style but instead of doing it I two plaits, she does it in fishtail plaits for something nice, simple and different.
