Hey guys, I wanted to write a Hunger Games story that takes place before Catching Fire. This is a complicated story. Review please

Kelly's p.o.v

All the past victors of the Hunger Games and their families gather around the TV in Mr. Haymitch's house. He liked me calling Mr. Haymitch. It made him feel really special, so I called him that. President Snow came on the TV and I stared in hatred. I hate him so horribly. Peeta saw me tense and smiled sympathetically at me. I smiled back and looked toward the screen. "Citizens of Panem I'm here to inform you about an important matter. I, President Snow, am ordering every district to participate in a special occasion very similar to the Hunger games, so I am calling it Semi-Hunger Games." He announced and I my eyebrow rose in amusement. He is such an imbecile. "Districts 1-5 must tribute to the games a boy and 6-12 must tribute a girl. But not just any girl or boy, they must be the younger sibling of a previous victor." That's when my mouth dropped. Prim cried in fear. I stared in disbelief. "They will no have any mentors, they will arrive at the capital alone. They will train like it's the Hunger Games, but of course there will only be 12 tributes instead of the normal 24, that makes it semi. This is not annual, it will occur every ten years. The tributes will be leaving tomorrow at noon." That's when the screen went black. Prim would stop crying and I was in too much of a shock to do anything. My mind was spinning. I couldn't breathe. My father actually had to remind to breathe. I looked at poor little Prim crying in her mom's arms. Katniss was holding on to her back. "Who's going?" Mr. Haymitch said and Prim couldn't stop crying long enough to answer. I have to be honest, I ran like hell. I got up and ran as far as I could. I couldn't breathe anymore. I ran to my room in Peeta's house in the Victor Village. I locked the door and sat on my bed. I was unable to cry. Me…or Prim?

The next morning I woke up and went downstairs, for it was only 6 in the morning. My mom was up and my father had already gone to work to cook some bread for the day. My 2 eldest brothers are sitting at the table already keeping their eyes down and Peeta was helping my mother with the cooking. I sat down and stared at the table. Could I seriously let Prim go ALONE to the "semi-Hunger Games? "Kelly!" Everyone shouted and I looked up. "Are you going?" My oldest brother asked and I shrug. "Kelly! Clean the table!" My mom shouted and I stood up and cleaned the table. After that I went back to my room and waited for 12 thinking about the tough decision I had ahead of me. About 10-insh Peeta knocked on my door. "Please Kelly, take her place! Please!" He said and I ignored him as my heart was breaking, my own brother wanted me to go.

It was 11:28 and I wasn't ready to make my decision yet. I decided I should go just in case it hits me. I walked with my family to the meeting place in front of City Hall.

11:42 – I see Prim crying on Katniss.

11:48 – The Mayor asked for the tribute.

11:49 – Prim starts walking forward

11:50- I stop her and walk toward my doom

I don't know what made me do it but I couldn't help it. Peeta was begging me with those eyes and so was Katniss. The mayor looked at me sadly and pointed to the train and I walked on there alone and sat down, waiting on my death.

Semi-Hunger Games

I was on the platform prepared to rise to my death and from what I could tell from training, everyone was WAY younger then me. They wouldn't know how to kill anything. The oldest, besides me was 11. The youngest at least was 8…oh my god they're babies. I rose with everyone else and I saw their scared faces. The count down started. I thought of pain and torture that was soon about to happen.

10. Why is the Capital so cruel?

9. Will anyone miss me?

8. What is my strategy?

7. What would Mr. Haymitch say?

6. What would Katniss say?

5. What would Peeta say?

4. These kids are babies!

3. Is Prim going to be ok?

2. Goodbye life

1… Are you happy Peeta?

Hell broke loose. I ran as fast as I could to the weapons, as did the 11 year old. I grabbed the bow and arrow and a back pack and ran while the kids used their killing skills they learned in training immediately. I heard screams and cannons. I felt tears form in my eyes. Babies. They're just babies. I counted and I was amazed that 6 were already killed. I climbed a tree and watch to kids, 3 girls and 1 boy, fight and the girls fell and were killed. I turned away. The boy was laughing and I didn't know what made me do it but I got my bow out and shot him. Another cannon went off and I sat there shocked. I just killed someone. I climbed down and ran. Then I realized something. There was only 6 left and 4 were just killed. Just me and that 11 year old. I saw him refilling his water canteen and I shot him. I just wanted to go home. People cheered and I shook my head and I did as I was told. I barely broke a sweat. That lasted what, 5 minutes? I was soon sent on a train and I was on my way home.