Primrose Everdeen The HG in Prim's POV

by BeckayJames

Katniss Everdeen. Peeta Mellark. That's all I hear out on the streets, no more than a fearful glance, maybe a hopeful one on occasion. Whispering all around town. The star-crossed lovers. One of them saved my life more the once. One of them was supposed to be me.

2. Chapter 2

A/N Hi guys! A special shout out to Bookscribe101 and for favoriting! Just to let y'all know, this story will go through Catching Fire. I'm thinking about doing another story in POV of Gale. Review and tell me what you think! Btw, I don't own the Hunger Games. Never will, never had. I can only wish. :(

We arrive at the reaping and get in the line. I can feel my hands shake as we get closer. I watch as the lady takes a girl's finger and prick. I start to hyperventilate and cry. Katniss kneels and comforts me.

"Shh…it's alright, Prim. They're just going to take some blood, not a lot. Just a prick." She let some other people go in front of us, giving us dirty looks as I sobbed. I heard Katniss softly start to sing.

Deep in the meadow, under the willow

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes

And when again they open, the sun will rise.

Here it's safe, here it's warm

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away

Cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray

Forget your woes and let your troubles lay

And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.

Here it's safe, here it's warm

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you.

I had stopped crying a while ago, just listening to her sing. She kisses my forehead and gets back in the line. I follow hesitantly as the line creeps forward.

"Do you want to go first?" Katniss asks me when there is only one person in front of us. I nod and step in front of her.

"Give me your finger." The woman at the desk commands. Through my tear stained eyes, I manage to give the woman a look of contempt as she takes my finger and pricks it.

It stings and I wince. No. I must be strong. These capital people do not own me. I am my own person. Primrose Everdeen. I walk confidently towards the 12 year olds. I see Katniss looking for me and see her lock eyes with me.

"Welcome District 12!" A shrill capital voice takes over my ears. It's our escort, Effie Trinket. She has her hair dyed a ridiculous color, a pink that would be very pretty if it wasn't...hair. She teeters over on high heels. "Ladies first!" She exclaims and reaches her manicured hand into the bowl.

Please. Please. Don't be Katniss. Don't be Katniss. Don't be Katniss…

"Primrose Everdeen!

And everything stops.