Author's Note: Sorry it's such a short chapter. Please comment and this is only my first story so it might be bad.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games nor the Kane Chronicles.

Much Worse Games

Chapter 1: All My Fault

Sadie P.O.V.

I was in my room listening to Safe and Sound. I couldn't wait for the Hunger Games to come out. Carter and I were OBSESSED.

"Just close your eyes, the sun is going down." I started singing.

Carter hollered, "SADIE RUBY KANE! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!"

"WHATEVER, CARTER JULIUS KANE!"

Why we were using our middle names, I don't know. I figured that meant Carter was pissed off. I stomped down the stairs of the 21st Nome making sure my combat boots banged so Carter would see how irritated and annoyed I was. He rudely interrupted my awesome singing for crying out loud! [Shut up, Carter. You don't have to hate me because I sing better.] When I got downstairs, Carter was (unsuccessfully) trying to comfort a pretty girl- at least she would've been pretty if she wasn't weeping her eyes out.

"It's only her first reaping! Please, I need to save Prim!" she sobbed.

"It's okay," Carter coaxed. "we'll get Prim back."

"But how?"

Carter seemed to just notice me and glared ferociously (It wasn't as good as my death glare, though). 'What did you do this time?' he mouthed.

I replied in a hushed tone "I don't know? So are you gonna tell her or what?"

I looked at the girl, analyzing her. She had long dark brown hair that was French braided down her back and steely gray eyes that looked like they could see right through you. The sobbing stranger was wearing a old looking yet beautiful blue dress. Then I realized what she said sounded vaguely familiar. Prim. Reaping. OMG. I realized she was from Panem. I remembered the reaping in the first book. Katniss wore a blue dress. Prim was reaped and Katniss volunt-

"Are you from Panem?" Carter asked interrupting my train of thought.

"How did you know?" Who I presumed as Katniss Everdeen wondered aloud.

"What year is it?"I finally spoke.

Katniss jumped. She probably didn't see me behind her.

Katniss wiped away her tears and said "Easy. It's 2346."

"No. It's 2012."

"What!"

And I realized the terrible truth. Last night I fell asleep reading the Hunger Games and forgetting my Ba-Restraining-Pillow, was whisked away to a gathering of what looked like teenagers. I asked a girl with a blue dress and a braid where I was.

"Primrose Everdeen." A creepy looking woman announced. And as the girl I asked started swooning- like she was going to faint- I held her arm in case she did and she started to say I volunteer, and I woke up ending the chances of Primrose coming back. "This is all my fault." I mumbled as Katniss started to panic. Then I blacked out.