It's a misty night .I see Prim sleeping softly at last. Today is the day of her very first reaping. I got up constantly, to aid her nightmares. Again and again I sang the same song. It always seemed to chase away her fear. Suddenly there's a shuffle of hard leather and there's a knock at the door. Careful not to wake Prim, I get up and pull on my Father's hunting jacket. He was shot by the Capitol many years ago. I open the door and standing there, almost contently, is Gale Hawthorne. He is the best tradesmen at the hob (our local black market), hunter and friend I've ever known.
"You're up early." I smile and follow him out the door and into the deserted street. Everyone is dreaming, awaiting the horrors of the hunger games.
These were established after the rebellious Dark Days. These were the times when all the districts looked over the Capitol's work toll and rebelled. This ended in the attack and elimination of district thirteen. We loath them but have no power or weapons without 13.
As we get to the electric fence, we find our hole and climb through. It's never on so it's easy to hunt. Suddenly, I notice something. As Gale prepares to go under, I see a spark of blue light erupt from the wire. Then two more. The wire, unspeakably is on.