Prim's Dream
They had called my name. I took a shaky step towards the front. They beckoned me closer with their long, curved claws, they had wicked smiles on their faces, showing their razor sharp teeth. I turned and ran down a side street but hands grabbed at me, tearing at my clothes, pulling on my hair. I screamed and kicked my legs but the hands grabbed those too. Fingers snaked across my neck, pinched my cheek. My eyes snapped open and I sucked in the air greedily. I stole out of bed and into Mother's; she might take the nightmares away.
Katniss leaving to hunt
I can see her through the half closed shutters. Creeping quietly out of her house, pulling the door shut behind her. Her long hair was braided and tucked into her cap; a worn sack slung over her shoulder was swinging with each step. I didn't know her name, but I saw her often, as I waved goodbye to my sons as they left for work. She was always there in the background. She would come back later in the day, sometimes with her bag bulging, other times it was empty. She was a survivor, I could tell, she would survive.
Gale in the Woods
I sat on the log, waiting for Katniss to arrive. The freshly baked loaf of bread was gently cooling in my hands. I pushed an arrow through the crust. That might make Katniss laugh; I hoped it would make her laugh. Today had so little to smile about. I was surrounded by masses of berries, berries and bread for breakfast. It could be perfect; we could be perfect, if she only opened her eyes. It was the natural path our lives would take, she just hadn't realised yet. She had arrived, I grinned happily. She was smiling back. "Hello Catnip."
Running
How could we run? Gale hadn't thought it through. We would have to take Prim, Posy, Vick and Rory. Our mothers would have to come too. We would have to walk at a snail's pace; Posy would have to be carried often and Vick would be constantly bickering with Rory. Gale's mother would insist on bringing half of her home with her. My mother would be reluctant about leaving the apothecary. Prim would follow me anywhere, but the woods scare her, she would scream at the slightest thing and give away our position to the Capitol in seconds. We couldn't.
Madge's thoughts on Gale
It was reaping day. I was expected to dress nicely. Gale didn't have to get annoyed at me. I saw them looking at my pin. It was real gold; it had belonged to my aunt. We never spoke of her, she died in the games. My white dress wasn't new; it was my mother's reaping dress. No one had new things in District 12, surely Katniss and Gale realised that. The dress was more expensive at the time, but father wasn't as rich as the previous mayors. He could afford the strawberries that Katniss and Gale would sell us, just.
Mrs Everdeen's Reaping
Prim. It can't be Prim, Katniss wouldn't let it happen; she would volunteer. She would go into the games, she would die. What should I do? Katniss had a better chance of winning than Prim. But Katniss brought the food home; if we had no Katniss then we would starve. But Prim was so innocent, I couldn't sit by and watch as she was chased through the arena by careers who would rip into her like a birthday present. Prim kept the happiness in our household, she held onto it. She hadn't been spoilt by the harsh reality of life.
A/N: Here you go, Penelope Wendy Bing. The first chapter of this drabble-fied Hunger Games. Everyone who reads, please review! Reviews are wonderful things, all you have to do is press that button down there :) JLW