After being picked for the games Primrose Everdeen stood on the starting plate waiting for the chime of the bell.
BONG!
"Let the 74th Hunger Games begin." Boomed the announcer.
Prim ran as fast as she could.
She was surprisingly fast for a 12 year old.
She didn't care which bag she got as long as she got one.
She grabbed a blue one with black straps and was about to put it on her back when a tribute from District 3 came up behind her and snatched it out of her hand.
"Hey! That's mine, give it back!" Prim screamed.
But she was too late.
The tribute had already run off with it.
She had no choice but to run after him as there was no bags left.
She was running for about an hour before she finally came across him….DEAD!
He had an arrow in his back which immediately made her think of her sister Katniss.
Prim was determined to see her again so she grabbed the bag off of the boy`s shoulders and ran.
Most people would think that,being such a pleasant girl,that Prim would faint at the sight of a dead body with and arrow in its back.
But Prim had seen her fair share of injured people, as she often helped her mother with healing.
Healing was Prim`s strong point. She could heal just about any injury you could think of, so she was hoping to find some remedies in the bag.
It was near dusk when Prim decided to set up camp for the night.
She opened the backpack to see if there was anything useful.
She found a flask full of water, a blanket, a rope, a knife, a few apples, some crackers and biscuits and right at the bottom of the bag was the one thing she was hoping for the most….some remedies that even came with a little bag of herbs.
Prim was happy that she got such a lucky bag and packed it all back in.
She used the bag for a pillow and tied one half of the rope to her bag and the other half to herself so if anyone tried to steal anything she would wake up. She put the blanket over herself.
She was trying to get to sleep when she realised that there would be no point of tying the bag to herself if she had nothing to defend herself with if she woke up.
She took the knife out of the bag and clutched it tightly in her hand.
She gazed up at the sky, watching the images of the dead tributes, glad that she had survived her first day in the games as she silently drifted off to sleep.