If it was Gale

by ttfoxxy

A book based on the first Hunger Games book if Gale had gone to the the Hunger Games instead of Peeta. Katniss and Peeta are together before the Hunger Games. This is my first FanFic because I just felt like giving it a go. Hoping it is alright. Rated T because I don't really understand the ratings.

2. Chapter 2

Prim! I wasn't even worried about her because she had her name in that bowl once, just once. I see my little sister walking out, wearing the reaping outfit I first wore, it hangs so loose on her that the top is hanging out at her back making it looks like she has a tail. My feet are running after her before my mind and as peace keepers chased after me,
"Prim, Prim!" I was screaming her name, "I volunteer, I volunteer as tribute." As small gasp comes from the crowd. Peace keepers block me in and march me towards the stage. Prim starts screening at me and I try to hold back tears begging her to go back, find mum. It's not until a peace keeper drags her away that I can finally walk up onto the stage. Effie holds a hand out to me,
"Well what's your name?"
"Katniss Everdeen." I try to hold back my tears, I can't seem weak to everyone.
"Was that your sister then?"
"Yes is all I manage."
"Let's have a huge clap for our very first volunteer Katniss Everdeen." Effie claps but the crowd remains silent. Then one by one the raise three fingers to their lips and turn their hands palm forward to me. This is a sign that means we do not condone this behaviour, it is wrong and we know it. Now I am really close to crying. I search the crowd for Peeta but I can't see him, I need his reassurance his steady hand around my shoulders.

This is the moment when Haymitch decides to try and give my a hug spluttering words that I think said, "This is a fiesty one, I like her." But he is completely of the mark with here he thought I was, hugs the air and then falls flat on his face. Although he disgusts me he has turned the cameras away from me which gives me a chance to release a small sob from my throat. Effie bustles herself of to the boys reaping bowl trying to bring attention back to her,
"And for the boys," she grasps the first piece of paper she could get her hands on. "Peeta Mellark."
"No!" A scream escapes from my lips. I can't fight him, I can't, I can't. The crowd of people parts to make way for him, but another voice shouts out.
"I volunteer as tribute."