CHAPTER 1
Katniss and Peeta made it out of the Quarter Quell, (I am thinking about writing a story about that later) but President Snow has made them mentor for District 12 in the 76th Hunger Games.
I sit in a chair next to Peeta on the stage while facing all the people of District 12. I look at all the children, wondering who I will have to mentor, try my hardest to keep them alive. I glance at Prim, who is staring blankly at the two bowls containing the slips of paper that the next tributes will be chosen from. I know she will not get picked. It is impossible. She only has her name in three times. They can't reap her again.
I look up to see the mayor walking towards the front of the stage to give his speech. I am too busy biting the inside of my cheek out of nervousness to hear one word he is saying. After a while he sits back in his chair as Effie Trinket walks to the bowls. I feel Peeta slip his hand into mine, probably to help with the anxious feeling that seems to be radiating off every single person here.
"Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!" Trills Effie in her capitol accent.
I remember when Gale and I used to sit in the woods while eating berries, trying to mimic the phrase in the ridiculous way the capitol citizens talk. We no longer have that kind of relationship anymore. Gale is constantly in the mines and we never get to see each other. I doesn't matter any way because he doesn't want to see me after what happened in my games.
"And of course, ladies first!" Says Effie while reaching into the girls' bowl. She unfolds the slip slowly, to add suspense. I am about to scream out in frustration about her taking too long when she finally opens the slip of paper and gasps. She glances over at me with a sad look and reads out the name.
"Primrose Everdeen"
The only thing that I can register in my mind is the word "No." No, this can not be happening. No, they can not have chosen her again. No, they can not take my little sister away from me again.
I finally realize that I am screaming. I try to run to Prim but Peeta holds me back. Prim starts to walk to the stage. No one volunteers for her. I would, but I am not allowed to. I have to be her mentor and try to protect her no matter what. She finally reaches the stage. Effie still has that sad look on her face. She knows that I love Prim. She knows there is a good chance that she will not survive.
Effie walks to the other bowl to choose the boy tribute. As she reaches in the bowl, I realize the tears running down my cheeks, Peeta's comforting arms around me. Effie pulls a slip out of the bowl and opens it more quickly this time. As she reads out the name, I almost fall out of my chair in shock. This is even more shocking then Prim getting reaped. This can not be happening.
"Rory Hawthorn"
