A/N: um... Hi, This is the first HG fan fiction I wrote...sooooo yeah. Just a heads up, my laptop is water-damaged...some of the keys don't work right, there will probably be mistakes & stuff that spell check & White Smoke & I miss. Basicly I'd like to cover my butt and blame my idiot computer. So if I'm missing a A, W, S, N, K, or has a random Z some where please tell me so I can fix it. Oh this is in Prim's view of the 74th Hunger Games. um... May the odds ever be in your favor.

P.S: my cat is helping me type this...by 'help' I mean annoyingly walking across my key board, purring loudly when ever she feels like it...

Damn! I nearly forgot the disclaimer...

Disclaimer: I maybe a female, but I'm not 30-something/40-something (or however old S.C is...) therefore I do not own THG. Or any characters. I think I only own the plot line...even then I'm not sure.

(oh and if .net doesn't show this line...then you know this is a line made from the word line...that took for ever to type...)

Prim POV

The night before the reaping :

I laid small amount of Lady's goat milk cheese out on the table. I raped it in basil leaves to keep it fresh. Buttercup came to check on what I was doing. Poor kitty, with his smashed in face. Katniss thinks he's ugly, a waste of space, but she just doesn't understand him like I do. When I first found him, he was starving, his belly was bloated from worms, he was cold. He had no home, no one who loved him. I couldn't just leave him there! He would died for sure. I just had to take him home with me! Katniss nearly screamed when she saw him. She insisted to drown him. I couldn't stand it. I saved him from the streets and certain death only to have him killed? No. The thought was to much to bear... I burst into tears. Finally Katniss gave in. Slowly but surly me and mom nursed Buttercup back to health. I think Buttercup knows my older sister tried to drown him. No wonder he doesn't like Katniss. Buttercup sniffed the cheese eagerly. "No silly. That's for Katniss." I told him, pushing my silly cat away from Katniss' cheese. I decided I better store it under a wooden bowl, that way no silly cats or greedy rats will get it.

The cheese is my small gift to Katniss because tomorrow is reaping day. Every year the Capitol hosts a horrid 'games', where 24 'tributes' (2 from each district. 1 male and 1 female) aged anywhere from 12-18 are thrown into an 'arena' and forced to fight to the death. For entertainment. The last 'tribute' standing wins. This is my first reaping and I'm scared to death. But I couldn't ever tell mom or Katniss that. I have to be strong, for both of them. For myself. Katniss wouldn't let me take any tesserea's. My name is only 1 slip in thousands. I'm more worried about Katniss. Or Gale. Or my friends. My name is 1 slip in thousands. I couldn't be safer. The odds truly are in my favor.

I think I'll leave here for now... don't worry this'll be brief...that monster of a A/N was almost as long as this story above. Plz, plz, PLZ Read & Review & Review & Review! My inty-net likes to die a lot on me + stupid idiot laptop= not often update...BUT if you review I'll try very hard to update more... (Thisz isz zhazt hazppenz zhen I type on my sztupid lzzzzzzptop normazlly...thisz isz only hzen lazppytop nice to me...)

~gryffindorgirl102