Hey guys!
This is my first fan fiction and I sincerely hope you like it!
As a quick sidenote, when there's a line with capitol O's like this:
O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O
It means I'm changing Point of View (POV)
If there are lowecase O's like this:
o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o
It means I'm changing scenes but sticking with the same character or POV.
This story is based around The Hunger Games (all character names and traditions (The Hunger Games) belong to Suzanne Collins. The plot belongs to me) and the story will be told in the POV of Prim, Gale, Katniss, and possibly gamemakers at some point. We'll figure it out when we get there. :)
This is again, my first fanfic, and some constructive feedback in the reviews would be awesome!
If you have any questions, feel free to ask!
(Oh, and don't worry about the chapter size. I promise, they'll get bigger!)
~Ashley
Chapter 1
"Prim! It's time to get up!" I rolled off my bed and into the floor.
"Ouch! Mom, I hit my head!"
"Just come on, Primmy! We have to fix your hair and put on your dress." I pushed myself up off of the floor. My legs felt stiff from laying on them all night. I try to get used to walking on them. It was such a nice day outside, pretty ironic considering what day it is. Today is the reaping. Every year, to remember the dark days, we hold an annual competition between all the districts in Panem. It's a fight to the death. We call it The Hunger Games. Each year right before the games, a boy and a girl from each district are chosen at random to participate. This is my first year being entered into the reaping. I'm twelve, the first year you are allowed to compete. You're offically out of the drawing after you turn eighteen. My name is in the drawing once. When you're twelve, your name goes in once. When you're thirteen, twice, and so on. I feel worry bubbling up inside of me as I walk into the kitchen where mom waits to curl my hair.
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I immediatly saw the dress waiting for me in the kitchen.
"Mom, is that Katniss' dress?"
"Yes, Prim. This is the dress that Katniss wore to her first reaping." She said.
"You're letting me wear it?" I asked.
"Uh huh, now put it on to see if it fits." I grabbed it up with sheer happiness. I ran into the bathroom to put it on. I stripped out of my pjs until I was just wearing my underwear. I had noticed that my chest was starting to develop, even if just a little bit. I pulled the dress on over my head. It was a soft, faded orange dress. It was almost cream colored. It fit perfectly. I felt older just wearing it. I burst out of the bathroom with a huge smile on my face.
"Well, by the look on your face, I guess it fits!" My mother said.
"Yep! It fits perfectly!"
The dress meant a lot to me. My older sister, Katniss ran away into the woods with her friend Peeta two years ago when she was only fourteen and I was ten. I had no clue where they could be by now. They could both be dead for all I know. Just the thought brought a tear to my eye.
They could still be alive. I told myself. Katniss told me that she would come back. I hoped that she would be able to.