Not our Goody-two shoes Prim
A/N: We all know the Hunger games rebellion was started by Katniss. It all started when she decided to step up to the plate and volunteer to take her little sister's place in the dreadful hunger games. But what do you guys think would happen if for some miraculous reason Katniss didn't volunteer? What would happen to prim? Our sweet little Prim, thrown into the arena with 23 vicious and blood-thirsty tributes. I think it's obvious she wouldn't be our goody-two shoes Prim anymore.
(From Prim's Point of view)
I'm half asleep, with my left arm hanging loosely over the stiff mattress, and my light blonde hair, brushing its self over my face. I swiftly blow my hair away, as buttercup jumps up onto my bed.
Like I need another one in this bed. It's already cramped with just me and my mother in here. Oh well, I think to myself. Buttercup takes small steps as she walks in a circular motion around my ankles about 4 times before she actually sits down. At least Buttercup's fur keeps my legs warmer than this blanket does.
I've almost fallen back asleep, when Katniss lets out a deep yawn, quickly followed by a loud hiss by Buttercup. "Stupid cat!" my sister sneers, sleepily. Buttercup then sneakily walked over to Katniss about to pounce on her face when I decided I should step in. "Oh come on, no need for a catfight you too." I said in baby talk as I picked up Buttercup, underneath her front legs. I set Buttercup in her own bed as I walked down the hall and into our closet.
"Remember its reaping day." said Katniss. "How could I forget when it's the day i could get killed!" I said to myself softly, under my breath. Opening the rigged door, I wondered what it would be like to live a life of luxury, to be in a family of wealthy careers and victors. Hmmm…should I wear my sparkling silver dress, my mini skirt with a grey flaunty top, or maybe my gold frilled dress? Oh I know! I will wear my purple silk dress, embroidered with silver thread, and bejewelled with diamonds! It's perfect!
Then my eyes arrived back from dreamland and I stared at my empty closet. I leaned against the door frame, looking at my real options. There are my regular clothes on the bottom of the closet floor, and the only reaping clothes we have are hanging on two hangers in the closet .A skirt and blouse for me and a lovely fabricated dress for my mother.
I wonder what Katniss is going to wear? I think to myself. "I'm going to go hunting" Katniss says. "I'll be back in time for the reaping's." "Okay" I reply, as my mother just sits there staring of into space. I grab the only nice outfit I have, and change into it in the bathroom.
I come out with my cream white lacy blouse, and my pale brown knee length skirt. I fiddle with my top's ties, when my mother decides to say her first words of the day. "Come here." She says so silently and fast that it sounds like the words are conjoined. I walk over to her on the couch, and sit down in her lap. "We're going to do your hair, so you're prepared for your first reaping" "Thank you mother" is all I can say.
I love my mother, there's no doubt about it. It's just sometimes I side with Katniss. Our mother doesn't provide for us, and Katniss is forced to act as the mother or father figure of the family. Mother gently brushed my corkscrew curls as they tugged back when the brush passed through them. "Mother," I politely say. "Uh…oh yes dear?" my mom replied, snapping back into reality. "What happens if Katniss gets reaped?" I say. At the moment I don't even care that it's my first year in the reaping's. Katniss has the high chance of getting picked. After all those years of taking tesserae, and all those extra entries because of age, I'm extremely worried for her. Who would take care of our mother? Mother can't find an answer to my question. She loves Katniss like I do, but she knows what lurks in those arenas, she knows what a district 12 girl's future is.
"I'm back!" says Katniss seeming happier then she was this morning. She always is happier when she comes back from hunting. I personally think its Gale that makes her happier. He's just like her. Katniss goes to the bathroom and draws a bath. After she's done bathing, mother walks into the bathroom giving Katniss a dress and helping her fix her hair. When she comes out, Katniss looks stunning. The light blue satin dress hugs her waist and shows off her curves. Katniss looks like a princess, and that's something I never thought I would say. Her dark brown hair is braided to the side of her head, covering one of the straps in the dress.
"You, you look beautiful!" is all I can spit out.
Katniss bends down a bit to my height and says "So do you Prim." While tapping me on the nose. We head off to the reaping, while I try to hold up my blouse. It's a little big on me, but it's still wearable. We take our seats with the many other people from district 12, all sitting with anticipation. I look around; when my head starts to hurt so I put my head down during the speech the mayor gave on the dark days.
I then hear the clicking sound from the capitol escort, Effie Trinket's shoes, and I raise my head. "Ladies first!" she says gleefully. She walks over to the girls reaping ball and places her perfectly smooth hand inside of it. Please don't be Katniss! Please don't be Katniss! I say in my head. "Primrose Everdeen she calls out. Yes! It's not Katniss. Then I recognize the name. It's not Katniss who was reaped, it was me.
All the 12 year olds sitting next to me turn around to get a glimpse of me. You can tell that they don't feel sorry for me, they're just glad they weren't reaped. Effie Trinket turns her head sideways, as her pink wig starts to slip off. I walk up to the stage, my fists by my sides, and I just stand there up on stage.
I look over to Katniss, who I swear almost passed out. When she finally gets a hold of herself, I look at her with wishing full eye's, that maybe, just maybe, she will help me.
I can see her mouth my name Prim….Prim she tries to say, but nothing comes out. She tries to say I volunteer but again, nothing comes out. Effie Trinket then makes her way over to the boy's reaping ball. My eyes are still fixed on Katniss's when she mouths I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Prim. Then she cups her face with her scared hands and bows her head.
"Peeta Mellark!" Effie screams out.
Katniss's head jerks up suddenly, as she stares at his face, it's almost like she's having a flashback or trying to remember something. I don't pay attention to much of what happened, and before I know it, I'm in the justice building.
It's filled with plenty of rooms, all designed differently. The room which I'm escorted into has big, heavy wooden doors, with marble pillars standing tall at the entrance. I take a seat on the brown leather chair, which is surrounded by small wooden chairs, with a light brown floral patterned cushion. The walls are all made of a brown mahogany wood, making the place seem so dark, as if it's almost night time.
My mother is first to walk in with Gale. "Where's Katniss….?" I slowly say. Great, I think to myself. She probably won't even come. She probably thinks I'm mad because she didn't volunteer for me. I mean, I know she tried to. I'm not mad. I guess it's for the best. "She's coming in by herself." Gale says.
The entire time Gale is the only one who says anything. My mother is sobbing, while I talk to Gale. "I'm rooting for you." He says. "Thanks, but don't get your hopes up." I say, with every word coming out softer. My mother then comes up to me and gives me hug and kisses my forehead. That's all she seems can bring herself to do, and that's when the peace keepers, escort them out.
Katniss walks in and sits right beside me. We both don't say a word for about a minute. Katniss hides behind her hair, and I have my head bowed down while I twiddle with my thumbs.
"I-I'm sorry." Katniss manages to get out. I raised my head. "Why?" I reply back. "Because, I didn't volunteer for you." Katniss mutters, feeling disappointed in herself. I went back to twiddling my thumbs. I didn't know what to say. "I tried to volunteer for you!" she says, her tone oozing with guilt. "But, the words just didn't come out! I was so in shock! Please forgive me Prim please!" she says, almost in tears. "Please…." She says one last time, as a tear escapes her eye. "I know you tried." I said. "I never was mad at you." I said in a monotone voice. She wrapped her arms around me, and I hugged her back. "I love you." I said. "I love you too." She replied, tapping my nose.
"Katniss?" I asked. "Yes, Prim?" she said eagerly. "Uhm…..why were you so in shock about that Peeta guy?" I asked curiously. "That Prim, is another story, that I'd love to tell you, when you get back." She said. I cocked an eyebrow. "Katniss, it's pretty obvious I'm not coming back." I said, speaking the truth. "No it's not. As long as you always know who you are, you can do anything." Katniss said.
As she was escorted out, I couldn't even see her wave bye, because the blur of my tears, had taken over my eyesight.
A/N: So, I hope you guys liked it; I just wanted to write from Prim's perspective, because she is a very unique character. Me being similar to her age, wanted to show what it's really like to be small. Anyways Read and Review, and depending on how many reviews I get, will determine whether I continue this story or not. Thanks,
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