AN/ this is my first fanfic so please no hates and virtual cookies to those who review
Disclaimer _ I own nothing, THG belongs to Suzanne Collins
Prim POV
I woke up in a cold sweat. "Its all just a dream," I told myself over and over again, but who was I kidding. If Katniss or I were to go in the Hunger Games we would die. I looked at Katniss sleeping peacefully next to me, and thought of the 20 slips in the reaping bowl with her name on them. I started to hyperventilate, what if Katniss went in the Hunger Games. I went out side and milked my goat, Lady. I began to mix the ingredients to make cheese. When i finished I wrapped it was in Basil leaves and put it under a small brown bowl so rats couldn't get it, but so that Katniss could see it easily. I grabed my cat, Buttercup, and laid down next to my mom. Maybe I'll be able to get some sleep before the reaping.
Gale POV
The early morning sun was a brilliant orange with pink streaks here and there. Most of the time I would've enjoyed it more but right now it kind of just annoyed me 'cause the glare is making it so I can't see the birds I was trying to shoot. Unfortunately as soon as I found a good spot where the sun was not in my eyes the birds soared away. I went back to check on my snares and I had more luck there. I caught a squirrel and a rabit. That was me, good with the snares, Katniss was the one that's good withe the bow and arrow. I made my way down to the fence at the hole by the meadow. I paused for a minute to listen if the fence was electric, and like usual, it was not. I went down to Greasy Sae and traded the rabbit for a bowl of soup and a few coins. I then headed over to the baker. I knew Katniss loved his bread and the baker was fond of the squirrels we caught.
After I bought the bread I went back into the woods and to Katniss and my special spot on top of a hill with bushes surrounding it. It was a perfect spot because we can see almost the whole woods but no one can see us. I sat there waiting, hoping she would get here before the reaping.
Clove POV
My knife spun in the air before l caught it by the handle and threw it at the target. A perfect bullseye. 18 years of training and training has made me be fit and unstoppable. This is my last year I'll be in the reaping, and I'm determined to be in the Hunger Games this year. In fact, I signed up for the tessere for 5 people, even though we are merchants. My name will be in the reaping bowl 45 times. My dad is also trying to rig the drawing so that it will be my name called. In district two it is a high achevment to be in the Hunger Games.
"Clove, guess who made it so you would be reaped in this years annual Hunger Games! " my dads voice bellowed.
"Thank you so much Dad, I won't let you down! I will win." My dad walked away with a hearty laugh muttering about he knows I will win. I turned back to the targets and pulled the next dagger out of its case and looked at the long sharp blade. I better get some more training before the reaping.
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