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Chapter 2

The day drags by slowly. Because I'm a Victor, I don't have to go to school anymore, and i will never have to work. Usually while Prim is at school I would go hunting in the woods, but after I found out that I was pregnant, Peeta didn't want me venturing into the woods. So, now I just sit in my house with nothing to do.

Many long, boring hours pass before I notice the clock. Its 3 pm, time to go get Prim. I put on my coat and leave a note for Peeta in case he gets home before we do. He goes to help out at the bakery almost every day, while I don't get to go anywhere. I don't even have a visible bump yet! I know he does it because he wants us both safe, but it irritates me.

I walk to the school and I wait for Prim on the swings. It doesn't take too long for her to come out. When she does, she sees me and comes to join me on the swings.

She's fourteen, but she is still so small, and she still seems like the little twelve-year-old girl that I left behind when I went to the Capitol for my Games.

We sit on the swings for a while. She tells me about school and her friends. She tells me about it for a few minutes, and I'm so glad that she has friends her age to talk to. I only had Madge Undersee.

When we arrive home, I'm exhausted from the walk. I sink into a chair and let out a sigh of relief. Prim giggles and tells me that my being so tired is very normal. She comes over and sinks into the chair beside me. We sit in silence for a while, and then Prim begins to speak.

"Katniss." She says.

"Yes Prim" i say

"I'm scared." She says.

I look at her, tears threatening to spill out of her beautiful blue eyes. I know why of course, tomorrow is the reaping for the 76th Hunger Games. She gets out of her chair and comes over to sit on my lap. I hold her, rubbing her back soothingly. Her name is only entered the minimum three times, but her name was chosen out of hundreds two years ago. Saying something will only make the situation worse, so I just continue to rub her back and stroke her hair, as she cries into my shoulder. Eventually, we drift off to sleep.