Nightmare Dressed Like a Daydream
By: tellingmyself312
Katniss
Gale just asked me to leave District Twelve with him. I chuckle with disbelief. Gale is smart enough to know that we would get caught immediately. He looks at me with hurt in his eyes. He was serious. I decide to be straight out serious with him. "Gale you know we can't leave besides you have your brothers and I have my sister." I stare at a single Primrose growing in the field. Prim. The reaping. "Gale?" I ask wide-eyed.
"Hmm," He says grumpily while twirling a piece of grass in his fingers. He's obviously not happy with my behavior.
"When does the reaping start?" I ask once more. Not bothering to be polite.
"The same time it does every year." He says while throwing his arms above his head. "When the siren sounds." And then we hear it. The siren that indicates the reaping for the seventy-fifth hunger games. We look at each other with fear in our eyes. We both know that we are at least two hours away from the reaping. We will never make it. We stand up, and sprint towards the district boundary. We sprint so we will not be killed for not showing up at the reaping. We sprint because I know this year's games will be different.
Prim
I haven't seen Katniss since early this morning. "Mother? Where's Katniss? She should be home by now!" I ask mother.
"She's fine. She would never miss a reaping. She knows the cost of missing a reaping." She says while ushering me into my room to get dressed into my very own shirt and skirt. "As soon as we get to the Hall of Justice I'm sure Katniss will be there waiting for us." Mother said while biting her lip. I've seen this action multiple times before. She's worried, scared even.
While in our tub, I think about Katniss. My jealousy adds up. She's amazing with a bow. She's beautiful. If she were to go into the games she would win hands down. I dry off and carefully put my clothes on. I know I will not get picked, but my nightmares state otherwise. Like this morning for example, I'd dreamt that the perfect Effie Trinket pulled my name out of the bow with ease. Her pink wig bounced up and down as she read my name. Katniss soothed me into believing that my mind was playing a trick on me and I was dreaming, and I was never going to be picked. Speaking of Katniss where is she? My palms get sweaty as I hear the siren go off.
Peeta
As I dress for the reaping, my mind wonders to Katniss. I wonder if she'll be there. Of course she'll be there. Her perfect braid where it always is. Her eyes full of anger and fire as she watches the atrocious video they play every year. Oh, if she only went into the Games she would win. Gosh, she would win it all. A bead of sweat rolls down my forehead as I hear the siren sound.