i dunno why, but Hunger Games fics are really easy and fun to write :) so: heres another one. Prim at the reaping. enjoy! ...again, i dont own the hunger games. PLEEEEASE REVIEW!

My body is trembling with fear as I await the name of the female tribute from our district. I try to keep my face calm, my expression confident, but I am worried out of my mind. One, just one slip in there is my name. There are thousands of names. "I wont be called," I whisper repeatedly to myself, trying to erase doubt and fear from my mind. "I won't be called, I won't be called, I won't be called."

Effie Trinket pulls out a slip of paper and unfolds it. Time is moving in slow motion, the suspense it killing me. And I do almost die when I hear Effie's cheerful voice announce the name of the person sentenced to death.

"Primrose Everdeen!"

I walk forward, a robot, unable to form any coherent thoughts. I can't even form emotion through my haze. I simply am nothing. I feel nothing, I hear nothing, and I see nothing but the stage. I don't notice how the back of my shirt has come un-tucked from my skirt again. Like a little duck, I march forward and I feel like I am about to faint.

Vaguely somewhere in the back of my mind I register Katniss screaming my name. "Prim!" she calls, but I can't stop. My body no longer belongs to me; it seems to have a mind of its own. My feet continue to carry my forward until Katniss pushes me back and volunteers to take my place. Effie thinks this is wonderful, but it snaps me back to my senses and I feel a sharp stab of fear shoot through me.

"No! Katniss!" I'm screaming. "Please Katniss, don't do this! You have to stay! I'll go: it will be ok" I want to tell her but I can hardly form words and am just screeching nothing, holding on to my big sister for dear life.

"Prim, let go," she says, trying to force me off of her. But I refuse to loosen my grip on her. She can't leave! We need her; I need her! "Prim," she says with more urgency, "let go!" her voice is threatening to crack and I know she is trying to stay strong. She doesn't have to stay strong; she won't take my place! I wont let her go to the arena! Gale picks me off and carries me back to my mother; all the while my screams are dying down. I don't have a voice left and I just bury my face in her dress and cry. My mother strokes my hair reassuringly, but I don't want reassurance! I know Katniss can't win, but she needs to try! She has to try! For me…