(Author's note: I don't have my book with me since I'm on vacation so it's kinda hard to write this. LIke in the last chapter when Gale mentioned running away, I forgot what else happened so I made that up. Anyway, please read my friend's story. It's the hunger games in Rue's POV. Her username is katniss123.)
I turn to Katniss and her bright beautiful face suddenly has a look of terror. As Prim slowly walks to the stage, Katniss lunges to her and screams,"No! Prim don't!" I come up to pry Prim's hands off of Katniss while she kicks and screams. Katniss yells,"I volunteer! I volunteer to be a tribute!" Effie protests that Prim has to come on the stage first, but Katniss refuses. She steps onto the stage and stares out into the crowd. No one claps. It starts from one person and leads to everyone in the crowd. The District 12 goodbye. I hold back the tears in my eyes as I watch Katniss. Haymitch Abernathy comes up and says,"I like her. She has a lot of... spunk." Then he falls off the stage. Effie looks at him in disgust and spins the reaping ball and pulls out a boy's name. She calls out,"Peeta Mellark!"
I see the blond haired boy step forward and onto the stage. No. It can't be him. Anyone but him. A few years ago, when my father died, I had to hunt for food in the woods. I wasn't the best at first so my family barely scraped by. Then one day while I was walking outside, I saw a starved young girl on the ground. A boy came out with bread and came it to her. He had a large bruise on his face. She took the bread and ran home. I thought about stopping her and giving her some of my game, but I couldn't risk the lives of my siblings and mother. I couldn't stand the thought of seeing my helpless little brothers so starved. My mother was pregnant and needed food for the baby to survive so I headed home. A few days later, Vick began to starve. I rushed to the woods and tried to remember what my father taught me. I remembered the amazing traps he made and tried to copy him.
My trap worked perfectly and caught a rabbit. I made a few more and soon, I had enough food to last for a while. I had forgotten about the young girl, but that didn't last long. One day while I was hunting, a girl was about to touch one of my traps before I said,"I wouldn't touch that if I were you." She jumped back and mumbled,"I wasn't… I was just…" I laughed and said,"Well my name is Gale. And yours is?" I could barely hear her so I thought she said,"Catnip." I replied,"Well Catnip, stealing is punishable by death. Or hadn't you heard?" The girl was Katniss. I began calling her Katniss, but once a hungry lynx started following her, the name stuck. She became my hunting partner and my best friend. Now, I wish I had given her my game on that one day. Peeta had beaten me to it though. I saw how he looked at her. I knew how he felt. And that is why I absolutely hated him.