A.N: Hi, this is my first time writing fan fiction and I've done it on The Hunger Games. I really love the series! Please leave constructive criticism!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games, Susanne Collins does. And, just to be clear, I am not her!
It was the day we all dread. The day of the had come again. You would think that I, being sister of Katniss Everdeen, would not be in the reaping pot. Wrong. Being sister of a villain, or so she is thought of in the Capitol, makes you to likely to be chosen to represent your district in The Hunger Games.
I walked towards the area roped off for girls and my heart skipped a beat. Madge stood there staring at me, her face red and blotchy. Panic in her eyes. It was the hundredth games and each district was required to send two female tributes to compete in the games. Due to it being the quarter quell and the hundredth anniversary it was to be a hundredth anniversary, it was to be an all-female affair.
From what I had heard at school Madge and I were the two people most likely to be chosen. I stepped cautiously towards her. "Allies?" she mumbled. I nodded, there was nothing else I could do. We stood patiently waiting for are names to be read out and the games to begin. I noticed that none of the boys had come to see which of the girls would be leaving district thirteen forever.
Groups of worried parents stood huddled in the small area roped off so that no parent could get to their child. I remembered this from before.
When my name was called. When I walked up to the platform and she yelled. When the look of desperation came into her eyes and she volunteered to take my place. Now I did not have a duck tail poking out of my skirt and now I would not have a sister by my side. I would be facing this alone.
Tunia Trinket, Effie's sister, tiptoed onto the platform in her usual excited manner. "Hello and welcome to the reaping of the hundredth annual hunger games." She said into the megaphone, her annoying Capitol accent as obvious as Effie's. "I believe I am right to assume that everyone is proud to have the honour of representing district 13 for the hundredth Hunger Games." Hearing only grunts of contempt, Tunia busied herself spinning the reaping pot. There was only one this year and it looked odd. It wasn't at all what I was used to.
Reaching to the very bottom of the bowl Tunia grasped a small slip of yellowing paper. She unfolded it carefully, cautious not to chip her long fake nails. "Madge Culving" the name rang out through the whole street. Madge edged towards the platform, evidently scared. "Congratulations," Tunia said as she half guided, half dragged her onto the platform.
"Primrose Everdeen," I started walking before she finished saying my name.
I half expected to hear the voice of my sister breaking the silence, yelling and shrieking before pulling herself together and volunteer. But then I remembered, she thought I was dead. I remembered her face. The face that for many years she had cleared of all emotion cracked. The tear that rolled down her cheek.
"Come on Dear" Tunia held out her hand to help me up. I didn't take it and walked up the steps and onto the platform.
"Please put your hands together for the first tributes from District thirteen," no-one clapped. They just stood and stared at Tunia. Then in unison they kissed the three fingers on their left hand and held them out to me, like they did to my sister. Then as a group of Peacekeepers herded us into the Justice Building. The four note tune that my sister used in her first games, rang out. That was the one that meant she was okay.
Thanks for reading, hoping to update quickly!
Btw, that was written by my younger sister so no flames please and only constructive criticism! Flames will have water poured on them! And no 'Flaming Guest' reviewers please, because you are clearly not a real author, and it just annoys people that actually take the time to write! Thanks! Love,
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