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Prim's POV
Why did Katniss volunteer? That was my only thought as I walked home with my face buried into my mom's shirt.
"It's going to be alright." She kept saying over and over to me softly. But I knew that she was only saying that to make me feel better. She, like me, knew that it wasn't going to be alright. No girl from District 12 has ever won. I can only hope that Katniss becomes the first, I thought. My mom gently moved me away from her shirt when we reached home. My eyes were still swollen from tears. I walked toward Katniss's favorite armchair, the one and only remembrance we had of our father. And now, it was there to help us remember Katniss too.
Soon after I sat down in it, my mom walked toward me and knelt down, saying, "It's okay, Prim."
I sniffled, "How can you say that it's okay?! For all we know, Katniss might die soon!"
"Prim, don't think about that."
"What else is there to think about?"
She looked at me and searched for an answer to my question. After a while, she gave up, and said, "Do you want some hot chocolate? I have a package left."
"No, I don't want to waste our last pack of hot chocolate on someone like me. I wasn't even brave enough to volunteer for Katniss after she volunteered for me." I replied.
"Now, now, you know that she wouldn't have wanted that. She would've wanted you to be happy."
I sniffled and said angrily, "Stop talking about her like she's dead already! We still get to see her again tomorrow! I want to give her hot chocolate as a see-you-after-you-win present."
"Come on, we can always give her something else."
"Like what?!" I asked, a little too harshly.
My mother sighed. "Tell you what. I'll brew half of the hot chocolate for you, and the other half we'll give to Katniss tomorrow. That way, you can share this experience with her."
"Okay." Sharing a packet of hot chocolate with Katniss might be the last thing I'll ever get to do with her… I thought sadly.
My mom smiled, probably relieved that I had agreed to get something in my belly. She left the room and came back with half a mug of hot chocolate. She handed me the mug, and said, "I'm going to brew Katniss's hot chocolate tomorrow, right before we leave to go see her. That way, the hot chocolate will be as fresh as possible."
"Can I brew it?"
My mother smiled and said, "Of course you can, honey. Oh, and I need a helper to help me make some medicine. Would you like to help me?"
"Okay, mom." I smiled, and took a sip of hot chocolate. Chocolate never failed to cheer me up. I knew it cheered up Katniss, too. And if Katniss is happy, I'm the most cheerful girl on Earth. Katniss was the reason I wanted to live. The reason why I woke up every day. Her smile lit up my world. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself after she leaves for the Hunger Games. My mother probably doesn't care about Katniss as much as I do. She might be glad that Katniss is leaving. She never really seemed to like Katniss anyway. I shook my head, clearing my mind of such dark thoughts. Prim, thinking these thoughts is wrong. She's your mother, the one who brought you into the world. She loves you, and you love her. You should respect her. After all, after this year's Hunger Games, she might be the only one you have left, I scolded myself.
My mother's gaze took on a worried aura. "Prim I have to-"
Before she could finish, there was a banging at the door, and someone screaming, "HELP, HELP!"
Mom rushed to the door and quickly came back. "Prim, I need you to start boiling water." She said, urgently.
I rushed to the kitchen as Mom pulled in the patient. I gasped when I realized who he was. He was a young boy with hazel colored hair. His hair was patted down, sticking to his scalp with dried blood. He was Windsor, the most rebellious boy at school. I had told him not to cause a riot against the peacekeepers! Why hadn't he listened to me?! Now he doesn't even look close his usual self because of a huge gash on his neck and a scar from his ear down to his mouth. I'm scared that this might happen to Katniss...Except, if this happens to her, no one will be there to treat her. She'll be left to fend for herself.
Gale's POV
Katnip volunteered… Well, I understand. If one of my siblings got picked, I would volunteer for them, too. Prim is probably faring the worst out of all of us. I went out into the forest to check my traps. I might be alone from now on.
Shut up, Gale, I mentally scolded myself. Don't you dare think that way. She'll be okay… Katniss will be okay… She'll survive… She's strong enough, she can hunt. She'll show the careers and everyone else.
Still, I'm worrying. How am I going to hunt enough for both of our families? I pull myself out of my troubled thoughts, and take out my ropes. I'll just worry later. I have a job to do. I began to make hunting traps.
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