My first Hunger Games fanfic!

In this one, it starts after the first Games, but before the second Quarter Quell, and it's in Katniss's POV.

CHAPTA 1!

I crouch among the trees. Arrow pointed downwards. Below me, about 15 feet down is a goat. However it got there, i don't know- probably ran away from the goddamn Goat Man. Well, it's going to be our dinner tonight.

In the tree beside me, a bit lower is Gale. I look at him, and he nods. Our arrows fly towards the goat, then collide in mid-air, stabbing into a nearby tree. The goat runs away.

Gale swears loudly and jumps off the tree in a rage. "AUGH!"

He trips over a root landing on a wild turkey. He swears again. "Dinner" he mumbles. I laugh, and we drag our game bags home.

I bring the meat home to Hazelle and my mom while Gale sells the berries. At home, i see Prim sobbing. The reaping is tomorrow, and tonight they'll announce how this year's Quell will be like. I rush to her.

"It's gonna be okay, Prim," I hold her face in my hands. "Trust me, it will." She screams.

"TRUST YOU? I TRUSTED YOU LAST YEAR AND GUESS WHO'S NAME POPPED OUT OF THE REAPING BALL?" She leaps away from me and crashes into the wall behind me.

Okay, so maybe i did sound pretty convincing last year.

I sigh and go to help my mother cook.

Too soon, it's time to see what type of freakish Hunger Games we'll have this year. The people in the Capitol are probably crazily excited, while those in the districts will be dreading what their children might possibly have to face.

I sit next to a shaking Prim and my mother to watch. On the screen, a calm President Snow surrounded by screaming Capitol fans awaits the small box of index cards that could decide hundreds of tributes' fates on a levitated stage. I think we've missed his speech introducing the Quarter Quells to those who don't know. Not that anyone doesn't. Even if they don't say it like that, it's mandatory for everyone in the nation except for the Capitol to feel the pain of the Games.

A small boy, who could be under Prim's age hands him the box. President snow carefully, delicately picks out a yellowed card labeled "75".

Dramatic silence.

Snow's eyes widen slightly. The cards were written seventy-five years ago no one alive knows what is written on this one and the ones after it, but could this be something so despicable that it would even shock the president just a tiny bit? No, of course not..

He clears his throat.

" Today, we honour our third Quarter Quell." Maybe i don't want to hear about this year. I've had enough Games for a lifetime. "On the seventy-fifth anniversary..." Maybe i could run off with Gale into the woods and hide there forever. Something is bothering me, something i can't put my finger on. "As a reminder to the rebels that even when it seems so close, what you love can never be retrieved once it has been taken from the Capitol, the relatives of each tribute will be required to safely watch the Games from inside the Arena itself."

The crowd gasps.