A/N: Hi there, this is my first fanfic ever and I hope you like it! It is through Prim's perspective (obviously). I have used some parts from the book that were essential. I will be doing a poll so make sure you check it out..

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My odds were one in many thousands, but yet, they didn't seem to be in my favour. Why couldn't it be the orphan girl with ginger plaits? Or what about the snobby girl who lived in town? But then, why couldn't it be the poor, father-less girl with the barely-there mother and the strange older sister? I didn't want it to be me, but it was. And I would never trade someone else's life for my own.

Many pairs of pitiful eyes turned to gawk at me. The girls pity though, turned to relief. As the lady with the pink hair called my name yet again, I started walking slowly out of my line. Murmurs sounded from all around. It happened when a girl or boy of twelve, my age was chosen as a tribute.

I was going to die and there was no doubt about it. I wouldn't see my friends or family again, I wouldn't marry, have children or even get the chance to really live. I think the worst part though was that everybody would be watching, picking favourites and laughing when the least revered tribute is killed. I tucked my persistent blouse back into back of my skirt before stepping out into the main isle dividing the flocks of children.

Two guards where suddenly gripping my arms and all but dragging me up to the stage.

A scurry of footsteps sounded behind me as the lady beckoned me forward.

"Prim!" I turned to see Katniss running towards me, her blue dress swinging behind her. "Prim!"

Her voice was strangled and raw and her eyes were stricken with desperation. The guards quickly moved to restrain her by her arms.

"I volunteer!" Katniss gasped. "I volunteer as tribute!"

Confusion masked everyone's faces, including my own. I started to shake my head furiously.

Once a name has been read, another eligible girl or boy could take their place. In other districts, some would be proud to risk their lives, but not here. That was why, many years ago, district 12 had outlawed volunteering. Even for family.

The pink-haired lady shook her head and the guards began to drag Katniss back to her spot. Gale emerged and pulled her into his arms and towards the back of the formations. I gulped and continued up onto the stage, my hands clenched by my sides.

"Well, wasn't that exciting?" Ms Pink Hair said with a chirpy voice. "I bet my buttons that was your sister."

I kept my eyes down, nodding slowly.

"Now, for the boys!" Ms Pink Hair clip-clopped over to a second glass bowl filled with small paper strips.

Her bony fingers reached in and picked out a single slip. She unfolded it, "Peeta Mellark."

I recognised his last name. Mellark. They were the bakers who lived in town. And he was the son of. I'd seen him sometimes hauling bags of flour over his shoulder. He was strong. I was not. I had no chance.

We were taken into the Justice Building once the anthem started to play. I was escorted into a small room with thick carpets and velvet furniture. I ran my hand over the arm of the chair whilst trying to hold back the tears. I didn't want to cry, not for my family, not for the cameras, not for anybody, but they defeated me. I was far from 5ft and I swear I could scale 70 pounds soaking wet. Crying would definitely not improve my already intimidating image.

The door to the rich room swung open and both my sister and mother swooped in to hug me.

They muttered things like "It's going to be okay, you need to win, you will survive."

My mother pulled away and retracted to a corner. Katniss, who was currently on her knees pulled something small from her pocket and held it out to me.

"It's a Mockingjay pin, it'll protect you," I smiled down at her, the tears now streaming down my cheeks.

She pinned it onto my blouse and placed her lips near my ear.

"You're thin, you can climb. Make sure you eat lots in the Capitol, build your strength. Remember what Dad taught us."

She pulled away just as the door opened and my only family were torn from my grasps.

"No, don't leave!" I cried with an outstretched hand.

I slumped down on the couch, feeling deflated. I would do this for my family, if not, who else?

The door slowly creaked open. I believed it to be wind but in stepped a tall, broad man with burn marks up and down his arms. It was the baker. Peeta's father. He was a shy man, controlled by his wife who mainly resembled a dragon-lady. He sat awkwardly next to me and handed me a small paper bag. I opened it to find a small assortment of cookies. The smell made my mouth salivate and I smiled past my wet face.

He stood abruptly and started to walk out.

"Wait," I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his waist. "Thankyou."

It reminded me of the last moment I'd had with my dad, hugging him tightly in the lounge room before he left for work.

He smiled, "You're welcome, Miss."

He ducked under the door frame and I was once again left alone.


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