Hi! I am sorry, this is quite a slow chapter, but I felt the need to place the tributes through the eyes of Prim. I apologise for the slowness of this chapter and I do hope you continue to read and review. :-)
TheFallenSisters
I ran through a jungle, scraping myself on low hanging leaves edged with barbs. I could hear the crash of hunters behind me, and terrifying howls of laughter. I fell, and couldn't bring myself up. A cannon rang out. I woke up, panting. The small scene had repeated over and over in my head. I could hear the steady click clack of the train and a quick glance at the clock showed the time of four am. I smiled wryly, remembering training myself to wake up so early. Katniss never rose til six, so it gave me two hours before I was meant to be back in my bed. My father taught me how to read the time by the sun, and on the edge of the world, (or the farthest you could get to it), the sun rose early. My father used to take me out into the woods when I was younger. I could never use the bow as well as Katniss could, and I had no strength to wield machetes or knives . So my father settled on the next best things- traps and daggers. I began to make traps even better than Katniss could. I used to catch the fish in the stream and snare the rabbits and deer-when they could be found. It was then when my father taught me how to use a dagger. I would then skin the animal and sell it to the butcher. He would give me a small amount of money so I would take it home and place it in Mother's purse. This was after Mother had recovered from her illness, and it was during her sickness, that I taught myself to hunt. Katniss, tied to teach me the bow, but I panicked when I saw the animal twitching on the other end of the arrow. I always thought that it was cruel. My daggers were quicker and less painful. Not that it would matter in the arena.
I dozed on and off before walking to the dining room. This morning, it was piled high with fruit and cold meat. I began to delicately nibble on the meat while I waited for Peeta and Effie. The meat was filled with salt and spices that fought with each other, cancelling each other out. The result was a jumble of flavours, not particularly pleasant. Peeta walked in, his eyes red-rimmed. I hoped mine were not. Crying would only make me appear weak and insignificant. Effie bumbled in, wheeling a television the same width as glass. She pressed something on it, and pictures of faces came up onto the screen. Names flashed beneath the faces.
District 1
Marvel. He had a plain face, one that I would easily forget. I tried to see him hunting but his blank stare made him look like a vacant house, his eyes dull and glazed.
Glimmer. Green eyes stared defiantly from the screen and a mane of long blonde hair surrounded her face. Her lips were turned up in a smile, as if she was already anticipating the bloody games.
District 2
Cato. He was big and brawny, and when he smiled, his teeth were sharp and pointed. His eyes darted constantly, and I felt terrified just seeing his picture. As I gulped, Effie went to the next image.
Clove. A girl with long arms and legs, strung with muscle, sneered out of the picture, her eyes staring defiantly out of the screen.
District 3
Both tributes seemed terrified, and even now, I cannot remember their names or appearance.
District 4
A boy with red rimmed eyes stared out of the picture, tears streaked down his cheeks. I felt a pang of sadness for him, and knew that he had no choice in being a tribute like I had.
A girl who looked like Glimmer, although there were creases in her face that showed her true fear.
District 5
Another boy who had red rimmed eyes. He was so small, I knew that to even me he posed no threat.
A girl with red hair and a sharp pointed face. She looked sly and cunning, almost as if she was a fox.
District 6
They were brother and sister and they both held hands. Seeing them together made me long for Katniss. I could feel tears pricking eyes. I focussed hard on the screen, trying to will them away.
District 7
A boy and a girl stood huddling together. They looked unconcerned, but the girls hands shook constantly.
District 8
A boy stood, staring straight at the camera, looking almost bored by being called upon as a tribute.
Another girl looking timid and shy but under her reaping dress, there were cords of muscles that showed.
District 9
A boy and a girl stood together, the boy clearly comforting the girl. It could have been considered compassionate if not for the boy's cold eyes.
District 10
A boy missing a leg leant heavily on a girl, who was sobbing loudly.
District 11
Thresh. Dark skinned and arms corded with lean muscle. He looked withdrawn and silent, giving no attention to the little girl sobbing.
Rue. A dark skinned girl with dark brown hair and chocolate hair. She was only twelve and I felt the pain that helplessness brings. She cried but stared straight at the camera.
District 12
Peeta stood there, frozen, his dark eyes giving away only sadness.
I saw my face, small and defiant, the reflection of Katniss in my eyes as I stared at her, and the silent people of the town.
Effie turned the television off and beamed. 'Time to meet your stylists!' The doors opened to a crowded square, before two men came and moved me away.
I will confess I am terribly excited to begin with the stylists so I wil be cutting out a few parts. Please review:-)
