Chapter2
Sorry it took so long to update, Aims is very stressful. To those of you who have reviewed thank you if you read and did not review maybe you should be tied to a chair!
Kpov
I walked to where the fence was, that separated District 12 from the woods, and squeezed my way through the hole in fence. Once inside I went to the hollowed out tree that held my arrows, and bow.
"Well look who decided to show up" Gale said lazily leaning against the tree.
"Shut-up it's not like you've never slept in before" was my "oh so witty response".
"Tsk, Tsk Katniss watch your mouth," Peeta said smiling as he pulled me into one of his bone crushing bear hugs.
We all had our jobs to do while hunting I used my bow and arrow and shoot from the trees or from afar so did Gale, but he mostly set up traps. Peeta however, had this way of blending in with his surrounding no matter where he is, so he hides near by and uses a spear to kill his prey (it works pretty well and man can he use a spear). Because he works in the bakery, Peeta has lots of HUGE muscles which makes him heavier so he can't climb trees as well as the scrawny starving girl and boy.
At 10:00 o'clock we had to stop hunting so Peeta would not get in trouble for being late, especially on Reaping Day. After I said to good-bye to Gale and Peeta, I made my way home.
When I got home Mom was fussing over Prim's hair making sure every strand was in the right place. Prim was reassuring her that she looked fine.
Mom looked at me and smiled (I hated when she did that), "Katniss your outfit is over there," She pointed to the bed where one of her old dresses were.
"There is water in the tub behind the curtain."
I muttered my thanks and took a bath scrubbing every inch of me in the soap that we use only for special occasions. After that, I got dressed and started the process of ripping through my hair with comb. When the brush was suddenly out of my hand hands and in my mother's.
"You have such pretty hair, don't ruin it by taking your anger on it," she cooed while taking the brush smoothly through my hair.
After that she did my hair in this elaborate braid and smiled once again before turning to Prim who was beaming up at me.
"You look so beautiful, now Gale and Peeta are going have to fight to see who get you" she laughed, while I blushed.
Then her face was solemn again when mom said that we had to go now. Tears were forming in her eyes and she started to tremble. I held her close and said
"It's your first year, your name is only been entered once, the odds are still in your favor." I said reassuringly.
The odds were in her favor but not for Gale or me. Gale has his name in that that dreadful bowl 74 times. As for me my name was in there 40 times and for the first time I realized how awful, how brutal the Capitol really was.
When we got there I gave Prim one last hug before going to join other girls my age. Occasionally I would steel a glance at Peeta or Gale.
"Welcome, welcome to the 74th annual Hunger Games!" cried Effie Trinket in her high pitched Capitol voice.
She went on and on about the honor of being chosen. Finally the time came to choose a tribute….a girl tribute.
"Ladies first!" she said. And for the first time in my life I prayed…..Prayed that Prim was not chosen
Her hand flew to the bowl she quickly pulled out a name and read it
"Primrose Everdeen!"