Told in the POV of Katniss. This is my first Hunger Games fic! Please Review!
Today
I listen to the pitter patter of the rain on the window in which I sleep so close to. Cracks of thunder could be heard all throughout our little house in the seam. The little house lit with lightning. I hope Prim's ok I think to myself. I walk over to her bed, sound asleep. Prim's ugly cat, Buttercup, on the other hand is tucked away under her bed. I can't help but think what could happen? Will I go mad, like so many others before me? But the question that is taking my sleep away is will I have to kill Peeta? The boy who took a whipping for me, so I could survive? "Katniss?" I hear I turn around. Prim's blue eyes staring back at me.
"Yes? Did I wake you?" I ask neutrally.
"No, you didn't, what will happen to you?" I can see Prim's eyes start to water.
"I don't know, Prim, I hope nothing." I reply, truthfully. She ran over and took me in her arms, almost as tall as me.
"Please don't die!" She wept.
"I promise that I will try as hard as I can to win." I told her, soothingly. "Now why don't you go back to bed?" She walked over to her bed, and fell fast asleep, almost immediately. Today? Today was the reaping. And I was chosen.