Chapter 1:
It was a cold, cloudy day, that day in District 12. The smell of the bakery wafted up the street. It made me wanna take just a little bit longer of a walk just so I could retain that smell. The lanterns lit the streets as I walked down its stony wet path. It was the day of the reaping, and I knew my name was in there. Multiple times. Luckily, my little sister, Prim's, names was only in there once. It was hard to think of Prim having to leave. Then I would have to help my mom which I'm not good with medicine at. I love my mother and Prim more than anything in the world. Having them taken from me would break my achey brakey heart. Sometimes I'd like to read the book Holes, and just take that wild trip of imagination for just one night. You know, with that icecream, and no all those naked ladies eatingt he ice ream.
Anyway, it is the day of the Reaping. I am just dropping by my house to go sew up a cut i got in the forest from a Beaver Badger, one the Capitol's muttations. There are a lot of hybrid animals within the forset. Such as the mockingjays, the skunk rats, the cat flowers, the Bermine Nombs, the hampster dogs, The Bunny Frogs, who live on Druey Lane. Along with the muffin man, but they didn't like to takl to him much.
The parakeets like tender meat,
but now when at the sight of wheat,
I hunt, I kill, I almost broke my splean,
And my name is Katniss everdeen.
Later, we were all gathered in front of the Justice Building, all roped offf by our ages. The older kids looked at me like they wanted to rip my face off. It's because five years ago, I punched Ronnie Zimmerman in the face, and now he's got it out for me. Effie took the stage, yelling "Ladies, first!'
Her hand dipped into the boiling vat of lava which we like to call the ballot box, and pulled out a slip with a name on it.
As long as it's not my sister. As long as it's not my sister.
It was my sister.
"Primrose Everdeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!"
As her voice trailed on and on, holding out the last syllable, my mind raced. Primrose Everdeen? This could not happen, I could not let this happen.
"I volunter!" I screamed, running toward the stage. "I volunteer as tribute!"
"k," said everyone.