Disclaimer: I do not own the hunger games or any of the characters otherwise there would be about 10 books and to many pairings to count.
Chapter1
Prim's POV
My name is Primrose Everdeen and I am 12 years old.
I'm so scared. Today is my first day in the reaping. Katniss tells me not to worry since my names only been in there once but how can i not be scared. I'm about to enter some ruthless killing spree. i pick up the clothes my mother gave me and change into them. My sister is so brave her name is in there at least over 20 times. I stare at the wall as I'm scared what will happen tears fill my eyes. I'm only a child and I've grudgingly seen what has happened to others like me. i wipe away my tears to only to find new ones replace them. I change slowly into the cloths trying to make time go slower. i think over what my sister (Her name is Katniss surprise surprise) has done for me she always is there to save me. I may have lived in the seem all my life but I've had it easier than others my sister always protecting me. I take a deep breath and mange to stop the tears but I don't know how that will last.
I walk out of the room and Katniss is getting ready. My mother is doing her hair.
"You look beautiful," I say in a hushed voice.
"And nothing like myself," She says back. She hugs me letting me know that she understands that these next few hours will be torture for me. I feel reassurance spread through me
"Tuck your tail in, little duck," Katniss says while smoothing my blouse back into place
I giggle and give a small "Quack."
"Quack yourself," she says with a light laugh.
We eat fish an greens. I'm starting to get very suspicious of how my sister can get the food. She is defiantly hiding something but i have other things to worry about. we are going to save the strawberry's and bread for dinner. We drink of the milk from my goat. Then at one'o clock we head down to the square.
Dread fills my heart as I walk to my age section. The 12 year olds. The least likely to get picked. I don't know what happened but my body refused to move the fear just froze my body. I hear Katniss telling me to move and pins something to my chest
"Mocking-jay pins give you good luck. Okay"
After that she leaves and somehow the pin gives me strength and courage. It's like a fuel for my hope in my heart I don't know how but i slowly unfreeze and make my way to my allocated area feeling things would be all right.
I stare up at the stage and look at the bolw 1 of those slips says Primrose Everdeen on it. i look at the people who are sitting up on the stage. Two of the three chairs fill Mayor Undersee, who's a tall, balding man, and Effie Trinket, District 12's escort, fresh from the Capitol with her scary white grin, pinkish hair, and spring green suit. They murmur to each other and then look with concern at the empty seat. i take a deep breath as we all just wait. I can hear the rustling of people fidgeting nervously as we wait in a deathly silence. Just as the town clock strikes two, the mayor steps up to the podium and begins to read. It's the same story every year though i never pay attention to it before everyone knows it. He tells of the history of Panem, the country that rose up out of the ashes of a place that was once called North America. He lists the disasters, the droughts, the storms, the fires, the encroaching seas that swallowed up so much of the land, the brutal war for what little sustenance remained. The result was Panem, a shining Capitol ringed by thirteen districts, which brought peace and prosperity to its citizens. Then came the Dark Days, the uprising of the districts against the Capitol. Twelve were defeated, the thirteenth obliterated. The Treaty of Treason gave us the new laws to guarantee peace and, as our yearly reminder that the Dark Days must never be repeated, it gave us the Hunger rules of the Hunger Games are simple. In punishment for the uprising, each of the twelve districts must provide one girl and one boy, called tributes, to participate. The twenty-four tributes will be imprisoned in a vast outdoor arena that could hold anything from a burning desert to a frozen wasteland. Over a period of several weeks, the competitors must fight to the death. The last tribute standing wins. i feel the a surge of fear go through my body and i seem to zone out and picturing ways i could die in the arena.
Then he reads the list of past District 12 victors. In seventy-four years, we have had exactly two. Only one is still alive. Haymitch Abernathy a middle-aged drunken man starts spotting nonsense as he appears on stage. The fear grips me tighter as i see even if you win this is what you can become. I hate the caption they put us in poverty but that wasn't enough they want us to fight each other for to the death. I wish someone can put a stop to this yet I know no one can. i know i defiantly can't I don't have enough courage to do that defiantly no courage to anything that stupid.
"Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favour!" A shrilling voice says. it snaps me out of my daze as I get ready for the reaping.
"It's time for the drawing." Effie Trinket says as she always does, "Ladies first!" and crosses to the glass ball with the girls' names. My heart is hammering hard in my chest and I wondering why no one's staring at me since the noise is so loud that it's ringing in my chest. I put my hand to my heart and brush over the metal pin. I feel like I've regained some warmth and that the ringing is duller but everything is in slow motion for me. I see Effie dig into the bowl and pull out a slip of paper ever so slowly like she's torturing us. And finally she reads the name
"Primrose Everdeen!" I already feel the tears in my eyes.
A/N: Cliff-hanger I am so mean
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