So I don't really write fanfiction and I'm not really editing these before I post them. Kind of an impulsive decision to write this because I'm sick and can't do anything else. If people like it, I will keep writing and maybe actually start editing before posting. :P

Hope you guys enjoy. Here's the second chapter.

As we walk into the square, it's already filled with all the children of the District. You could easily tell the things about them just by looking. The 12-year-olds were panicking, this being their first year. The 18-year-olds were trying to act cool but the anxiety on their face showed; just one more name drawn from that bowl and they were free forever. The Seam kids, with their names entered anywhere from 20-60 times, looked calm. Their everyday life was a fight between life and death, maybe it didn't seem as big of a deal. And all the city kids, Mayor's daughter, officials' children, anyone from near me, looked completely peaceful, their names were in those bowls 1-7 times depending on their age. They knew they had nothing to worry about.

Then there was me, I should be calm, not worried with the other kids. I knew the Seam kids had their names in so many more times than me. The "odds were in my favor", as the eccentric lady who read off the names every year would say. But it didn't matter. Today didn't feel right. I found myself searching for that pair of breathtaking grey eyes among the Seam kids, but of course, in the crowds, I couldn't see her. Her best friend and eye-color clone was standing not too far away from me, stone-faced and staring forward.

The Mayor and the eccentric lady Effie take two of the three seats on the stage. The third remains empty and everyone in the crowd knows it belongs to the one of two winners District 12 has ever had.

At the strike of 2pm, they begin without him. The Mayor begins by telling an extremely dull account of the history of the country we live in, Panem. He tells of District 13's uprising against the Capitol and then speaks of the Capitol as if it saved us from all things wrong and evil. He began the tale of The Hunger Games then, making it sound like a gift to us, like it wasn't a punishment for the uprising, like the Capitol wasn't using killing 23 children every year as a way to show us we are totally under their control. They treat it like a sport, like a festivity, and some of the districts do as well.

He continues by reading a list of the victors of our District. All two of them. As if on cue, Haymitch Abernathy, the one living victor, stumbled onto stage completely drunk. The Mayor had obvious distress on his face as he watched Haymitch make a laughing stock of our entire district on live television all over Panem.

He tried to brush the excitement aside by introducing Effie Trinket to the front of the stage. She came bouncing up to the microphone with neon pink hair and a green dress.

"Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be EVER in your favor!" she beings. She continues talking about how big of an honor it is to be here but we've all known for years she's hoping and praying to get moved to a better district.

I tune out most of what she's saying, but tune back in as her high-pitched voice cries "Ladies first!" The entire square went completely silent, holding their breath, wondering who it would be.

"Primrose Everdeen." The girl with the grey eye's little sister. A girl so small you'd think her much younger than her barely 12 years.

The crowd is already murmuring unhappily. No one likes it when a child so young is chosen. She started to walk up to the front so I could see her. She was white as a ghost and even smaller than I remember, but to her credit, she walked straight and stiffly, showing absolutely no emotion. You could see her sister in her at that moment.

"PRIM." There it was. Her sister's voice. I knew I would hear it. I saw the crowd separate as she came flying through the crowd. For a second time stops as I see her. She's wearing a soft blue dress, something that looks way too expensive for the Seam, and her hair is braided and up. She looks beautiful even in her panicked state. Time snaps back as she pushes her sister back into the crowd and cries, "I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute."

Everyone gasps in shock, but not really surprise. Anyone who knows the girl knows that Primrose is the only thing in the world she cares about.

Effie beams, she never gets this much excitement in District 12. The Mayor and her discussed something. Probably about the protocol of volunteering, but the Mayor seemed to dismiss whatever it was Effie was objecting to as he cries out "Let her come forward."

By this point, Prim has lost it, she was screaming and trying to get at her sister, "NO! Katniss, you can't! You can't go!"

Katniss roughly shoved her sister off and Gale steps forward to pick up the hysterical girl. The entire crowd's heart has gone out to them both. You could feel it in the air as Katniss climbed the steel steps to the top of the stage.

Effie continued to gush, asking Katniss her name and why she volunteered. When she asks for applause, not one person in the crowd claps, instead slowly every person touches their three middle fingers to their lips and then up at Katniss. This rare gesture of respect is obviously getting to Katniss, you can see her face begin to fall apart, but Haymitch uses this moment to come up and drunkenly ramble before plummeting himself off the stage to the hard ground.

"What an exciting day!" was all Effie could say as Haymitch was loaded on a stretcher and taken out of the square. "But more excitement to come! It's time to choose our boy tribute!"

As she walked over to the bowl, my breath and heart beat became more and more unsteady. It wouldn't be me. It couldn't be. I kept telling myself that over and over, trying to make myself believe it.

"Peeta Mellark!"

Or…I guess it could be me.