Okay so here the situation: What if there were no volunteers? What if Prim DID have to go into the Games? How will she survive, or better question WILL she survive? How would things have played out differently if Primrose Everdeen was the female tribute of District 12 in the 74th annual Hunger Games? What if Prim was the main character instead of Katniss? Will the deaths in the arena be different? Who will die and who will survive?
Note: Okay so I read the Hunger Games series last year, so I don't have every detail engraved in my mind, so I apologize if its not exact. (By the way, I know Prim dies in the third book, but I'm rewriting the first.)
My heart beats faster and faster, I look around at the girls I'm standing with, the girls from my district, each of their faces painted with the same fear mine must be showing. I listen intensively to Effie Trinket's powerful voice. I stare at her absurd pink wig and Capitol styled outfit. I feel my fingers nervously cross as she says her all famous line,
"Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favour," She pauses as she struts over to the giant glass bowl of papers. One of those papers has my name written on them.
"Ladies first," she says, smiling. I wonder how she could possibly smile in a time like this. Maybe its because she's never had to face the horror of the games like someone today will. I close my eyes and try to calm myself down. They snap open only a moment later to the ringing sound of the microphone.
"Primrose Everdeen," at the sound of her words I start to scream.
I open my eyes again, only this time for real. Katniss brushes her hands through my blonde hair. I stop screaming, but it's only to be followed by tears. The icy drops fall from my ocean blue eyes onto the white sheet of my bed.
"It's okay, it's okay. Just a bad dream," Katniss' words soothe me, but they cannot possibly change what could happen today.
"It was me," I blurt out between my tears, "t-they picked me," The painful words sting as I say each one of them.
"Prim, your names only going in there once, their not going to pick you," Katniss explains, still not releasing her grasp on my now trembling body. 'What if they do?' I think, not daring to speak the dreadful words.
"Can you sing for me?" I ask instead. Katniss nods slowly.
"Deep in the meadow, under the willow,
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow,". Katniss' voice soothes me a d my heart returns to its normal rate.
"Now go back to sleep," she pats my forehead, "I'll be back,". She means that she's going hunting. I cover myself up with my blanket once again and nod. I wait to hear the door close and I leap out of bed and bound down the stairs. I see Buttercup, my sweet cat. I pick him up and he purrs gently as a run my hand through his soft coat. His yellow eyes stare up at me as I place him back on the floor. I walk over to find Lady. Lady; my goat; the goat that Katniss gave to me for my tenth birthday. I love animals; they seemed like the ones I could truly talk to, even if they never said a word in response. I stroked Lady's smooth white coat. School wasn't on today. Not on a day like this. I had the whole day to myself, until this evening that is. I decided to help my mother today. I love helping people after all. And i was willing to do whatever it took to get my mind off of the Reaping. I knew the task at hand was impossible, but I'd slowly loose my sanity if I didn't do something.