AN: Okay, so this is my first time writing something on Fan Fiction. I know this is a lot like the beginning of the real book, but it gets interesting. :)

Disclaimer: No... I don't own The Hunger Games. I never will. Period. I wish...

I wake up with a gasp. Another nightmare. Why wouldn't I have one? It's the day of the reaping. I dreamt that I got chosen for the Hunger Games. No, that's impossible. My name is only in the bowl once. My older sister Katniss, however, has her name in there twenty times.

I tried not to let her sign us up for tesserae, a years supply of grain and oil for one person, but that was the only way we could stay alive. That just made her name go in more. The odds are not in her favor, and I can't help thinking that it will happen. That her name will get drawn.

I try to get those thoughts out of my head and go to sleep, but I just can't. So, I take some goat cheese from my goat, Lady, wrap it in basil leaves, and leave it out for Katniss. I smile. I hope she and Gale like it.

Gale is Katniss' hunting partner. They met a longtime ago. It's illegal for them to hunt, but they do it anyways. I think Gale has a crush

I snuggle up in bed with my mom and try to go back to sleep. It takes a while, but I finally drift off.

When I wake up, Katniss is gone. Probably out hunting with Gale. She knows it's illegal, but she would rather break the law than starve to death.

"Prim! Come here! I have a surprise for you!" I hear my mom say, with actually some happiness in her voice. That makes me smile. She's rarely happy.

I rush into the room to be greeted by my mother standing next to a beautiful skirt and ruffly blouse. I rarely ever get to wear fine clothes like these.

"Come here my pretty little Primrose," my mother says. Primrose? She hasn't called me that in so long. I smile. I miss those days.

She beckons me to come over and sit. After I do, her nimble fingers transform my ratty hair into two beautiful braids. I look at myself in the cracked mirror and can't help feeling happy. Even though it's the day of the reaping, it's the best day I've had in a long time.

I feel happy until I remember how many times Katniss has her name in the bowl. There's a very big chance of her name getting chosen. I can't let that happen. I just can't.

I sigh. "Mom?"

"Yes, Prim?"

"Do you think it'll happen?"

"Do I think what will happen?"

"That Katniss will get chosen?"

Her face darkens. "Let's not discuss this right now, okay?" I know it's best just to drop it, so I do.

I decide to rest a little before the reaping, because I didn't get much sleep from the nightmare. So, I snuggle back in bed and take a quick nap. Before I fall asleep, my cat, Buttercup, strides over to my feet and stays there. I fall asleep to the gentle purring...

I wake up and see Katniss scrubbing her self down in the bath. My mom calls her over, and I start to get worried. Katniss doesn't trust her; she doesn't want help. I don't want the only part of happiness of this day to disappear.

Surprisingly, Katniss let's her braid her hair. "You look beautiful," I whisper.

"And nothing like myself." She walks over to me. "Tuck your tail in, little duck," she says to me. I look to my back, and sure enough, I have a tiny duck tail sticking out.

I giggle. "Quack," I say softly. Katniss smiles "Quack yourself." I haven't seen her smile in days. It makes me happy.

We go eat, but we aren't hungry. We mostly sit there and think about the reaping. The reaping is when we all gather in the town square, where Effie Trinket pulls out two tributes, one boy and one girl, to compete in the Hunger Games. They get put in an arena to fight to the death. I can hardly watch the tributes from district twelve die every year. When it comes time to go, we hurry to the square and check in. I have to go with all the other twelve-year-old's, but I go to a place where I'm in plain sight of Katniss.

Our only winner of The Games that's still alive, Haymitch, staggers around, vomits, and falls off the stage. Ew. He grosses me out. I like Effie Trinket, though. She's funny. So is her Capitol accent.

The mayor gives the whole lecture on the Hunger Games, and Effie walks up to the microphone and gives her signature, "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in you favor! Ladies first!"

I take a deep breath. Here it comes. She puts her hand in the bowl, pulls out the slip, and carefully reads, "Primrose Everdeen."

My head swims. How could it be me? One slip in thousands! Thousands! Will I be the first one gone? I won't ever get to see Katniss again! I look around and realize I'm not breathing. I gasp for air, and when I finally catch my breath, I push my shoulders back bravely, and get ready for what lies ahead.

AN: As I said before, it was probably a little boring... It'll get better! ONE review for next chapter! Yes, one. I'll work my way up from there.