I haven't updated and sorry for a cliffhanger but I wont, I'm restarting. This is my only story so far now. Okay? Sorry, here Hunger Games fans, this is not Austin & Ally related at all though. Btw, this is my version, I couldn't think of names so I'm using Katniss and Peeta, but different tribute names (:
Katniss's POV
"Shh, Don't Cry" I whisper into Prim's ear. "Don't cry my little duck" I yet again say. She's in a state, Well, we all are, since today is the reaping of The Hunger Games. I despise whoever came up with these Games. Its not fair to any one, one look at Prim's red, puffy, face and you'd know how disgusting these games really are. You'd need a miracle to save you in them, especially if you don't know much about fighting. Even though I hate it, Districts need training, otherwise some tributes don't have a chance surviving one second after the games have started. I would cry, but I'm too strong, and if I ever got picked, I would not like to look like the weak one.
"Katniss, what if I don't get picked yet, what if you do" Prim sobs. I choke on the air once, and yet again cradle her into my arms. I keep my grip strong but not too hard to stop her breathing, wouldn't want that. "Don't worry, we'll be okay, we're here, now, together. Don't think about it, they just want a good show, that's all, they think its funny and WE MIGHT NOT...But..We have to stick together in order to get through this Prim, Promise me you'll be strong" I start sobbing, as I could not hold it in, "PROMISE ME YOU'LL BE STRONG" I cry, she nods "I promise Katniss I always will" She mutters under her breath. For a few seconds we hug for a bit longer.
Until its time.
Time for the 'Reaping'.
Peeta's POV
I may be the boy with the bread but I sure am strong enough to handle today's reaping. No matter what age anybody is today will be torture for whoever gets picked. I bet its me this year, nothing good ever happens. My dad, hardly talks. My mother always corrupts into her dreadful angry moments, where she shouts at me, as if I'm a nobody. But its true, I am nobody. I just bake, bake, bake. And one day I'm pretty sure ill go into those games and die straight away, within who I am. I wouldn't stand a chance. That's why I'm pretty much more than scared for Today's reaping. I've never taken terressae, so I might not be picked. terressae is where you sign up for it, receive monthly grain and other supplies, but your name gets put in more times for reaping's, I've never taken it. Although my mother wants me to because apparently she doesn't care for me at all, she just wants to live, that's it. She doesn't have to suffer the reaping's anymore, even if I go in, she'd probably be over the moon. Getting into these deathly games might actually do me a favour, it can get me away from these so called people. Except for one person I cherish. I knew her everyday, I'd watch her, I sound like a stalker but our fathers were great friends. She was and is still beautiful to me. I love her. Her name is- Wait...Nevermind, its time.
Time for the 'Reaping'.
