Ok so this is my own version of the reaping from catos point of veiw. please pm me with some ideas for my next story.
That was the day I first saw her, with her guard down and her sister behind her, she was the mocking jay.
But of course no one knew that, yet.
If you had been in the district 2 carriage, on the reaping day that Primrose Everdeen was chosen this is what you would have experienced.
She did not care for her life, but for her sisters, she had a blue merchant dress on though it was clear she was from the seam, her hair in a tight braid and a bear scratch, running from just under her right cheek bone across her lips to the start of her chin.
She was Katniss Everdeen and already I hated her!
I hated the way her face stood emotionless, with no fear, as though it was saying "you wanna see what I'm made of? Come on then, I DARE you", the way she didn't seem to care what others thought of her, the way she looked weak and frail but as though she was hiding something as though there was something more to her, something more to discover.
As though she could win!