The Quarter Quell

by bookworm1838

What if Snow decided to stop the rebellion at its source? Katniss went into the arena because Prim got reaped. What if Prim had gone into the arena? The rebellion would have never started. The Quarter Quell was that the relatives of Victors would go into the quell. Prim gets reaped and so does Peeta's older brother. It's everyone for themselves. SYOT closed, but read anyway.

3. Chapter 3

Author's Note: I will update when I get tributes submitted. Please submit! All spots are still open except District 12 for obvious reasons. Please read and review! And submit tributes! Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games or the characters created by Suzanne Collins.

Prim's POV

Last night, we watched the announcement of the Quarter Quell twist. The Victors' relatives are going into the arena, and since Peeta's mother is dead, either my mom or I will be going into the Quarter Quell. Standing on the reaping stage next to my mom. Peeta's brothers and father stood on the opposite side of the stage.

Effie walked forward and the video began to play. Katniss, Peeta, Haymitch and the mayor sat in chairs off to the side. The video ended and Effie announced in her ridiculous capitol accent "Ladies first, and may the odds be ever in your favor," before reaching her gloved hand into the girls reaping ball and pulled out one of the two slips sitting inside. Walking up to the microphone, she read "Mrs. Everdeen."

Immediately, I shout out "I volunteer!"

"Another volunteer. What's your name, dear?" Effie asks.

I walk up to the microphone and announce my name. "Primrose Everdeen,"

Then, Effie moves onto the boys. "Aaron Mellark," she announces. The older of Peeta's two brothers approaches to the center. "Well, shake hands," Effie urged. We did so, stiffly. Once we do so, we are hustled into the Justice Building for our goodbyes.

Mom comes in and clutches my face in her hands. "Win, sweetie, win," she directs.

I don't want to let her down, so I answer "I'll try mom."

Gale comes in and says "Go to the survival stations, though try out some of the weapons stations, and remember, we're rooting for you."

My hour is somehow up, and we get on the train.

Author's Note: We're on the train ride. Next chapter will be Aaron's POV, and then I'm hoping my readers will submit tributes. This story can't go on without your help.