Chapter 1 (let me know what you think!)
I wake up and smell fresh bread baking downstairs. Reaping day. The day I hate most in this world. I slowly dress my self and put on my canvas apron around my waist. Not long after I start kneading the dough, a Seam boy walks in. He has dark, straight hair and grey eyes. He towers over me, but I swell my chest up to seem even stockier than usual. After doing this I realize that this guy is Gale Hawthorne, the guy almost every girl in this godforsaken district likes, liked, or ever will like. I see him with Katniss a lot. Katniss. Katniss. Her name sends a spark of longing through me. She is a girl from the Seam as well… and all right, I'll admit it. Ever since the first day of school I haven't really been able to feel the same way ever since. When I heard her sing, I was a goner.
I snap back to reality. My father comes down the stairs just as I am about to ask him what he wants. My father gives a throaty laugh, "What do you have for me today Gale?" "Just a squirrel sir." My father gives him a loaf of bread in return for the squirrel. Not a very good exchange on my fathers part but he is always generous on reaping day. "Good luck Gale." my father calls after him. Gale says a thank you to my father and looks at me. "Good luck." He says curtly. I never could understand why he detests me so but I push the thought out of my mind but the idea still lingers a little.
The next few hours are a blur but I do find myself getting ready for the reaping. I hate today. I gently clench and unclench my fists telling myself I will be all right. I stand with all the other guys in the district. I notice Gale and Katniss gazing at each other but I just look away embarrassed that Katniss will notice me looking at her. Effie Trinket and her stupid bobbing hair takes the stage. "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds ever be in your favor!" She says her usual "ladies first" and reaches into the ball. I start hoping it's no one I know. Delly, Madge, and, of course Katniss. When Effie reads the name from the little slip of paper, it's not the first name I recognize. It's the last. "Primrose Everdeen."