A/N: This is the first fanfiction I have posted, thank you so much for reading it. It is more like poetry than a story. Review and tell me if you like it, or help me know what to change if you don't. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I am not Suzanne Collins. I use her beautiful words and the terrible world she created for my own enjoyment, and hopefully yours.
This is dedicated to my sister. I love her.
Age Doesn't Count in Panem
Primrose Everdeen was eight when her father died.
Primrose Everdeen was eight when the mother she knew disappeared.
Primrose Everdeen was eight when her twelve-year-old sister became an adult.
Primrose Everdeen spent four years almost starving.
Primrose Everdeen spent four years bringing her mother back to life.
Primrose Everdeen spent four years having a life as normal as it could be in District 12.
Primrose Everdeen was twelve when her sister was reaped.
Primrose Everdeen was twelve when she was left to help run her small family.
Primrose Everdeen was twelve when her sister returned to the family, a different person.
Primrose Everdeen spent almost one year in the Victor's Village.
Primrose Everdeen spent almost one year with enough food to eat.
Primrose Everdeen spent almost one year thinking life could get better.
Primrose Everdeen was thirteen when the Quarter Quell was announced.
Primrose Everdeen was thirteen when her sister was reaped again for the Games.
Primrose Everdeen was thirteen when her home, her entire district, was destroyed.
Primrose Everdeen spent less than a year in District 13.
Primrose Everdeen spent less than a year learning to be a doctor.
Primrose Everdeen spent less than a year watching a revolution blaze throughout Panem.
Primrose Everdeen was thirteen when a group of children were bombed.
Primrose Everdeen was thirteen when she went to rescue the children and heal them.
Primrose Everdeen was thirteen when she died.