A/N- Enjoy! Oh and thank you for all of the reviews! You guys are awesome! REVIEW AGAIN, PLEASE! This takes place during the Reaping. I know, right? We're already at the Reaping.

Disclaimer-I do not own the Hunger Games

"I'm scared," I whisper to my mother. She wraps her frail arms around me. It's nice that she's awake.

"I know, but you won't get picked, honey," she coos as she strokes my hair.

"Maysilee got picked," I mutter. "She was from town, too, and she got picked."

"I know, sweetie, but that was because she had extra slips."

"I guess so," I agree.

"Go get ready. The Reaping starts soon." Wouldn't want to miss that, would I? I bite my tongue. If the house wasn't bugged I might have actually said it.

"Yes, mother." I scurry out of her room to my own. I fish out the white as snow dress my father picked out for me from my closet. I stare at it for a long time. It's too flashy. Too…expensive. People don't have enough money for food, and here I am flaunting how much I have on unnecessary clothing. That's the thing, though. It's not my choice. It's my father's. I have to wear what he tells me to wear. I have to say what he wants me to say. Free will is not an option.

I slowly put it on and observe myself in the mirror. I look at myself for a good long time. That girl in the mirror is not me. That girl in the mirror is the snotty rich girl from town that Gale always blabs about. That girl isn't Madge. It can't be.

It is, though. I should just face the facts. Gale is right. I do have too much money. I do, but that doesn't mean I can do anything about it. My father controls all of the money. I don't have a say.

I slip on a pair of black flats. I like these shoes. They're comfortable, and who's going to be looking at my feet with such a showy dress?

Casually, I amble down the stairs and am greeted by a nervous father. "Hello," I say to him.

"Hello." He saunters to me with something golden in his hand. He pins the item to my shirt. I study it closely. It looks like a bird. A…Mockingjay?

"It was Maysilee's," he explains hurriedly. "For good luck," he clarifies. He's always been a wreck on reaping days.

"Thank you, father." His lips curve upward. The doorbell rings and interrupts our interaction.

"I'm going to go check on your mother."

"Okay," I tell his retreating figure. I hurry to the door, thinking it's Peeta. He said he'd walk with me to the Reaping.

I open the door and am surprised to see Katniss and Gale. Katniss smiles at me while Gale stands emotionless. Oh, no. Here we go. Okay, Gale, fire away. Make some of your hurtful comments.

Gale scans my dress. I notice his eyes linger on the golden pin. "Pretty dress," he says with sarcasm dripping from his tone. There it is. Gale Hawthorne doesn't disappoint.

I won't let him have the satisfaction of seeing his comment affect me. I try to act innocent. "Well, if I end up going to the Capitol, I want to look nice, don't I?" Yes, Gale, don't forget I could go to the Capitol.

"You won't be going to the Capitol," he informs me. Oh, really? My aunt went to the Capitol. She was murdered in the arena. Did you forget about her, Gale? She was from town. "What can you have? Five entries? I had six when I was just twelve years old."

"That's not her fault," Katniss says. See, Gale? Katniss doesn't blame me for being born in town.

"No, it's no one's fault. Just the way it is." I have a strong urge to roll my eyes. I rummage through my pocket for some money for the strawberries.

I place some coins in her hand as she hands me the berries. "Good luck, Katniss."

"You, too." They begin to mosey away. I see her hand Gale some coins. I'm surprised he accepted it since it came from me, but I guess he's desperate. He wants nothing to do with the mayor's daughter.

I wait a bit before the doorbell rings again. I answer the door and am greeted by Peeta's smiling face. He's always grinning, even on such a terrible day.

"You look beautiful," Peeta tells me. I blush.

"Thanks. You look handsome, too."

"Thanks. Are you ready to go?"

"Sure." I close the door softly behind me. I decide not to tell my father I'm leaving. He'll figure it out.

We stroll together in silence. I'm the one who chooses to break it. "How many entries do you have?" My voice barely breaks a whisper.

"Five."

"Same here." We won't get picked. We can't get picked. The odds are totally in our favor.

We arrive at the Reaping without another word. We get our fingers pricked and go to our specific places. We wave goodbye. I didn't want to wave goodbye. Goodbye is not something anyone wants to say today.

I see Katniss in front of me. She looks stunning in her light blue dress. She looks frozen, though. She shows absolutely no emotion. She's pretty good at that.

My father blabs a little. I try to do my best to zone out. The less you remember today the better. I don't want to remember the scared children. I don't want to remember their innocent faces. I just want to go home and try to forget.

Effie Trinket takes the stage. I try to block her out, too. I don't want to hear her voice. I just have to listen for my name. Hopefully that doesn't happen. It won't happen. Effie begins to saunter to the glass bowl. I squeeze my eyes shut and just listen.

"Primrose Everdeen."

My eyes pop open in surprise. The small 12 year old with the healing talents of her mother. The small innocent girl with only one slip. One slip out of thousands!

Katniss is a wreck. "I volunteer," she screams. "I volunteer as tribute!" Prim is shrieking at the top of her lungs. Gale actually has to carry Prim to her mother.

I'm so in shock that I don't even wish Peeta safety when Effie reaches into the other glass bowl.

"Peeta Mellark."

I just can't get a break, can I?

A/N-A little late at night, but I did update! Thank you so much for all of the reviews! I'll update tomorrow if I get five more reviews! REVIEW, PLEASE!