Panem Wants Prim(75th Hunger Games)

by TheNewFandomWorld

Its now the 75th Hunger Games but this time Panems not after Katniss their after Prim and all the pre-existing victors siblings. *Sorry I had to stop writing this story it just was not going the way I wanted it to go so I decided to end the story thanks to anyone who did decide to read it I appreciated it a lot*

1. Before the Reaping

Before the Games:

We're sitting on the sofa waiting for Panem to announce what the 75th annual Hunger games theme is. I know President Snow probably has sabotaged it, hoping that it tortures Peeta and I in one way or another. Nervousness and anger rush though my blood making me feel hot. The T.V flickers on and shows the words in neat, white print "Capital T.V." Plutarch Hevansbees walks up to the podium. He waves to the crowd and waits for the capitals people applauds to settle down.

"Welcome to the 3rd quarter quell," Plutarch says in a calm voice. "As we know in the beginning when the Hunger Games was created, our leaders declared that every 25 years we would have a theme, they wrote individual themes for each year." Slowly an avox creeps up behind him and he glanced back taking the golden envelope that was marked 75. "Now for our 75th theme." He opened the envelope carefully and pulled out a golden note card. "All tributes will be chosen from the existing pool of victors siblings."

I look wide eyed at Prim and see that she has just a single teardrop roll down her cheek. I'm absolutely furious of Snow, he must have planned this. He probably wanted to take the person that meant most to me away. My sister.

I take my sister's hand and hold it. Her lower lip is trembling and she looks like she was going to bolt. She looks at me again and her expression changes and she puts on her brave face.

"You did it for me once, and it looks like it is still fate that I be in their games," Prim says looking me in the eyes. "Now it's my turn."

"No, Prim you don't have-"

"But I do have to go in the Hunger Games I can't let you volunteer for me again," Prim says Interrupting me.

I can't fight her because she is right. I can't volunteer for her like I did in the 74th annual Hunger Games. Instead I look her in her bright blue eyes, and hug her, she hugs me back.

"I don't want you to go little duck."

"I know."

It's now the morning of the reaping. Prim lays on my bed still asleep. I don't want to wake her up so I don't move. After about 20 minutes Prim starts to move around, she's awake and she has bed head.

"Are you ready for reaping day?" I ask her.

She nods not speaking. She leaves the room to get ready to go to the reaping. I pull out a grey dress out of the closet and lay it on the bed. We all gets dressed and we head out to the reaping ceremony.