I stir my spoon around and around in my bowl of squirrel stew, it was plenty cold, maybe more than necessary but I wasn't exactly hungry. Neither was my mother who sat in a corner in her rocking chair staring blankly at the wall. Normally I would have dragged her out of the chair and asked her to eat something but tonight wasn't just a normal night. Tonight was the night before the reaping of the 75th Hunger Games, in other words the Third Quarter Quell. Every Quarter Quell the Capitol makes a twist to the games that usually makes the games much more difficult for everyone. No one knows what the Capitol could be planning so it's scary for everyone.

My mother hasn't been the same since Katniss' death, no one has. The citizen's were shocked, the Captiol was furious and that's what makes this year's Reaping even more dreadful. I look over to my mother who is still staring at the wall with that same sad and far away look in her eyes. Her lips move inaudibly but I can read her lips, "Katniss...Katniss...Come back. I'm sorry."

A tear falls into my stew and I quickly wipe the rest away before they fall. I miss Katniss much more than anyone could imagine. She was the one who took care of me. The one I could count on for everything and I couldn't believe she was no longer here/ But I know she's somewhere with Peeta and Dad looking down on me and smiling. I closed my eyes and saw Katniss's smile, a smile that hardly came out around anyone else but me. Then the song she used to sing to me started to flow through me.

Deep in the meadow, under the willow

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes

And when again they open, the sun will rise.

Here it s safe, here it s warm

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you.

More tears fell before I could stop them and I let out a sob, "Oh Katniss I wish you were here. I miss you so much."

As if on cue, the Capitol's Anthem began to play on our small little television and President Snow appeared after the emblem.

"In honor of the Quarter Quell, the president has a very important announcement to make," A voice from behind the camera said. President Snow cleared his throat and his dark piercing eyes stared at the camera. However they seemed to be staring straight at me, if looks could kill I would most certainly be far from dead. I knew President Snow couldn't see me but I looked away from the television anyway.

On the twenty-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that their children were dying because of their choice to initiate violence, every district was made to hold an election and vote on the tributes who would represent it.

On the fiftieth anniversary, the president says, as a reminder that two rebels died for each Capitol citizen, every district was required to send twice as many tributes.

Here it comes, what has the Capitol got planned for us this time. Whatever it was, it wouldn't be pleasant.

And now we honor our third Quarter Quell, says the President.

A little boy in all white steps up to President Snow holding a white box and opening it in the process. The President pulls out an envelope marked with a number 75 in black numbering and opens the flap. He then pulls out a small square piece or paper and without skipping a beat her reads aloud for the waiting citizens of Panem to hear, "On the seventy-fifth anniversary as a reminder to the rebels that you cannot trust everyone and then vengeance will occur the siblings of our last years Hunger Games will be reaped . Regardless if you are male or female. Volunteers will be prohibited. Happy Hunger Games.!" And then he's gone.

I drop the spoon I'm holding on the the ground and whatever food was left on it splatters everywhere. as I register this announce. I'm the only sibling of Katniss Everdeen. I will be going into the arena and there's nothing anyone can do to stop it.

My mother's head whips around to look at me, her eyes were wild with fear an filled to the brim with tears., "Prim...oh Prim not my Prim!"

She pushes the chair out of her way and pulls me into a bone crushing hug. I sob into her arms as she sobs too, "Prim...oh Prim no! No they can't!"

But they can. They have. It will happen. I'll never survive and that's why Katniss volunteered for me in the first place. I'm too small and fragile. I'll will be the first to die, I'm sure of it.