Hey guys! I uploaded two chapters in one week. I'm on a roll! You can thank my boyfriend for telling me to continue. Enjoy:3
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They pushed me into an unfamiliar room. It was so much nicer than any place I've ever been. I sat down in an empty chair. This was when the tribute's family and friends could say their goodbyes. I twiddled my thumbs as I waited. The first to come was my family. My mother was already crying. She threw her arms around my neck and buried her face in my shoulder. My father and brothers stayed back, watching the display with grim faces.
"Why did it have to be you? There were millions of names in there!" Mik exclaimed bitterly. Blaise patted his shoulder to try and calm him down. He jerked away as if he had been burnt.
"It's OK, Mik," I tried to sooth.
"No it's not! I should have done something! Taken your place like Katniss did for Prim!" he shouted.
"It doesn't matter. Nobody in 12 ever wins. You just would have died for nothing."
"At least you would still be alive."
"What's the point? Katniss wouldn't be." Tears started to threaten to spill out of my eyes. I didn't want to cry and seem weak.
"I actually think that District 12 could have a victor," my mother piped up. Her eyes were red rimmed. She went to stand with my father. She wasn't talking about me. The tears did fall this time. I turned away from my family. My father walked up and patted my shoulder. It was supposed to be comforting, but all it did was make me feel worse.
The Peacekeepers came back to escort out my family. My mother sobbed as she hugged me one last time. They all told me how I was going to win. It was comforting to know that at least some people believed in me when even I didn't.
"You have more visitors," an emotionless voice said. I looked at the door to see Prim standing there. Her blonde hair had escaped her two braids and cascaded down her back. She looked as if she had been crying.
"Prim?" I asked puzzled.
"Don't let her die." I was confused at first.
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't let Katniss die. Please," she replied. She was stronger now than the little girl who had been chosen to die.
"Prim—" I started to say.
"I know you love her. I see the way you look at her. I think everyone does. Except for Katniss, but I can't blame her." Was I that obvious? I tried so hard to conceal my feelings for her, knowing that she wouldn't ever share the same affections.
"OK," I agreed. A tear streamed down her face. She ran up and hugged me.
"Thank you." I patted her back. The Peacekeepers came to take her away. She gave me a small smile and walked out the door like my family had. When no one else came to tell me I was going to die, I broke down and let myself cry all the tears I had been holding back.
How was it? Let me know who your favorite character is. Mine is Peeta:)