A/N: I know, another new story from me, I have a whole list of ones to write, so you're stuck with me for a while.

May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favour...

-Maysilee Everdeen-

When I wake up, the other side of the bed is still warm, but quickly loosing it's heat. My hand reaches out, searching for my husband's warmth, but finding the smooth silk sheet instead. He must be getting ready to go hunting, waiting for me downstairs. He must be waiting. This is the day of the reaping.

I get out of bed and dress quickly, tying my hair up as I hurry down the stairs. I burst into the kitchen to find Gale, Peeta and Katniss all waiting for me. "Ready?" Gale smiles. "Ready." I confirm.

We slip under the fence surrounding District 12 and head into the woods, Katniss and I with our bows at the ready, and Gale stifling a laugh as Peeta tries to be quiet.


After a few hours of hunting, we all sit down to clean up our mornings work. Katniss and Peeta smile as they work, whilst Gale and I cling onto each other for what could be one of the last times.

A laugh comes from Katniss, "What?" I ask. "Peeta was just saying that if you two ended up in that arena, the other tributes wouldn't stand a chance." Gale and I nod. "It's a good point." Gale and I smile sadly at each other when Katniss and Peeta aren't looking.

If only they knew.

-Katniss Mellark-

We hurry around the District, selling strawberries at the Mayor's back door and squirrel to Peeta's father. The District is subdued, as it always is on Reaping day, but by tonight, there will be two families with their shutters closed and their door locked, as they await the fate of their child in the arena. And it's Peeta and I's job to mentor them.

The Reaping starts at two, so we head home to get ready.

A/N: So, what do you think? Comments welcome :)