Surviving Love.
Chapter one: The Reaping.
Katniss P.O.V
We are lined up waiting to see who will be picked for this year's Hunger Games. It is the second Quarter Quell so this year, there will be forty-eight tributes instead of twenty-four. Forty-seven children from the ages of twelve to eighteen will die. Two boys and two girls from each district. There are twelve districts. I am in district twelve.
Finally, after the mayor reads the history of Panem, Effie Trinket takes her place to reap the tributes. "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor! Ladies first!" she cries out in her chirpy voice. She steps towards the glass bowl that holds all the girls' names. She digs for a moment and pulls out two slips of paper. "Katniss Everdeen and Maysilee Donner!" she exclaims. I sigh and step forward. I know Maysilee. We used to play together when we were little.
We walk up and she pats us on the back. "Well, congratulations! Now for the men!" she says and does the same thing she did a few minutes earlier. "Haymitch Abernathy and Luis Clark!" she says and I sigh. I know Luis pretty well and I've heard of Haymitch. Well, I guess I'll have to kill them.
Here's some things you should know about me. My name is Katniss Anne Everdeen. I am sixteen years old and I take care of me and my mother. My father died when I was eleven. I keep us alive by hunting. I use a bow and arrow and have an almost perfect aim. If I could forget that the people were humans, it would be easy to kill every one of them. Surviving is my second nature.
I am pulled out of my thinking by Effie. "Ok, shake hands." She chirps. We all shake hands. Haymitch is smirking the whole time. But so am I. I am sarcastic and don't listen to anybody. I can tell he is the same way.
We are rushed away to the Justice Building and put into separate rooms. I sat down on the couch and rubbed the velvet. This was the richest room I had ever been in. After about twenty minutes, my mom came in.
I looked at her and thought about how happy we used to be. I missed my dad and Prim. Prim was my little sister. She died when I was fourteen. She was only twelve years old. "Hey mom, how you doing?" I asked, smiling slightly. "I think I should be the one asking you that." She said. "Well, you're the one that's going to be on your own for a little while. Do you remember how to hunt? You know where my bow is and you're going to need something to eat." I said, smirking slightly.
"You know Katniss, you look just like that boy Haymitch when you do that." She said. I grimaced. "Don't remind me mom. It didn't help that he stole my plan to make it all look like a joke. I thought I was the only one that was going to be smirking." I grumbled.
She laughed. "Well, I guess you're aren't really one of a kind." She said laughing. I guess you're probably wondering why my mom isn't freaking out right now. Well, she's really good at channeling her emotions, like me, and she knows I can do it. Oh, and she won the Hunger Games twenty years ago. "Hey, it's not like we're exactly alike. Though he will make a good ally when I need one." I said, smirking.
"You know, I said the same thing to my mom when I was in the games. Don't worry Kat, you'll be fine. Surviving is your second nature." She said and smiled sadly. I hugged her. "I love you mom." I said, just as the peacekeepers came in to take her away. "I love you too Katniss." She said as they closed the door. I sighed. I was alone again.
An hour later, Effie came in to escort me to the train. I smirked for the cameras the whole time at the train station. So did Haymitch. I could tell he was trying to show me that he was better than me, but it wasn't going to work. We got on the train and were showed to our rooms.
I climbed into the bed and fell asleep almost instantly.