Okay, this was originally on a different fanfic site, but I wanted a new start. So this is what it would be like if Prim went into the Hunger Games. Will the odds be in her favor?
Prim's POV
I wake up screaming; from a nightmare that I hope won't become reality. Today is the reaping, the seventy-fourth reaping, and my first reaping. The nightmare that awoken me, was that the freaky escort lady Effie Trinket calling "Primrose Everdeen" in front of the whole District 12. I already see that my sister Katniss has already left, and that she took the goat cheese I left out for her with her. As I get changed into Katniss' first reaping clothes - a white blouse, beige skirt, and brown lace up boots - I realized that Mother is still deep in her slumber. I wake her up quietly, and she smiles when she sees me dressed. I turn to so see the most adorable tomcat in the world! Pink mashed in nose, cute little torn ear, and fur the color of a buttercup, and that's his name. His name is Buttercup. When I turned around I guess mother saw that my blouse was too big, and formed a ducktail like shape in the back. But, we winded up pinning it in my skirt.
I glance to my right, and see that Katniss has returned. "You look beautiful!" she exclaimed "But you better tuck in that tail, Little Duck." I realized that the back of my shirt came out again. Playfully, I shouted "Quack. "Quack yourself" Katniss responded, and smiled. I only saw her smile with me or when she was with Gale. I sometimes think that she likes Gale. Everyone in District Twelve does. Anyway, my mother showed Katniss to the tub of hot water that awaited her, and then she got changed, and Mother put her hair in a braided bun. "You look beautiful." I said quietly "And nothing like myself" Katniss responded. "I wish I looked like you." I said jealously. Smiling softly, she replied "Oh, no. I wish I looked like you, Little Duck." We looked at each other, and we knew we it was time to go.
When we got to the Square, I wanted to cry. What if my dream did become reality? What if I died trying to get my hands on a dagger? What if I didn't see Katniss again...?
There are too many what ifs in life. I walked to the twelve year old section, and waited. I waited for what friends I might lose today. I waited for their screams of help in the arena. I waited for their pictures to come up at the end of the day in the lonesome sky. And I thought of all of this when the grotesque Effie Trinket came up stage, in her appalling Capitol accent. As she went on about it's an honor this and Capitol that, I thought to myself Does she even know that she is preparing these kids for slaughter? When I returned from my thoughts, Effie was already pulling the paper out of the glass ball for the girl's names. And who the girl would be that she was escorting her to her death this year, you may ask. Why, it would be none other, than Primrose Everdeen.
