My little Primrose, competing in the hunger games! I have to tell myself to breathe, it's like it was when I found out I would never ever seen my father's, mothers or sister's faces again!

'Breathe Kara, just breathe for god sakes. It's not over yet. Just clam down for a second !'

In the distance I can hear the crowd murmuring unhappily, just like they did every year a 12 year old was chosen. No one thinks it's fair, not being able to live your life. This year I think that unhappy murmur is just that much worse. The scuffling of feet tell me that Prim is slowly making her way to the stage.

Before anyone has a chance to stop me, or my other little sister has a chance to volunteer, I slowly make my way to the stage. Jumping over the low rope to keep us together I feel the cold metal (for some reason we are always close to the stage) and canvas covering of the stage.

Making my way up the steps and to the microphone Effie Trinket greets me.

"Who are you dear?" she asks. Like it isn't obvious. I don't know if I let annoyance show. I almost feel numb. I just hope I can talk decently to tell her.

I take a deep breath and prepare myself for the pain that involves me speaking more than one word.

"I vol-eeen-terr"I instantly grab my throat, looking for relief.

. I can tell by the pause of speech that there is at least some level of shock. I can't ever remember there ever being a volunteer for district 12. It is no wonder though being a tribute is just as being a dead body around here. And to have a immune volunteer is for sure something new for all of the districts.

"NO! Kara No! You can't take my place!Let me go" Prim is yelling for me her voice is close so I'm guessing she ran up to the stage after me. She better not fight who is keeping her back. I just hope it isn't a Peace Keeper. She will be okay thought Katniss will help her. She is friends with some of the Peace Keepers.

" NO Pim it Ok. Go to Gae, noow!" I hope Gale was able to hear me. He would make sure they were all safe. Mother, Katniss and Prim. I hear another voice calling my name. I would bet it was Katniss or mother I can't tell at the moment but I can make out the noise of the voice. It isn't really hard, the whole district is silent. "Go get em' Karrot. Come on Catnip, we have to find your Mom."

I can feel the tears coming to the front of my eyes as Effie regains her self and begins to talk again

"Lovely!.But I do believe that we have to introduce the reaping winner then ask for volunteers, and if there isn't one we just go as normal..." she just trails off at the end almost like she is unsure of herself.

"What dose it matter! She would only say it again and by the look on her face it hurt her to say it once." says the mayor. I have never met the man, but Katniss sells his daughter Madge strawberries. I wonder is that why he stood up for me here, because of my sister who stood on my behave to get a metal when Papa died in the mines, who was possibly friends with his daughter?

" Anyway.. It's so good to see the spirit of the games in District 12, it seemed very lacking lately." You could hear the sickening excitement in her Capital accent

"What is your name Dear?" taking another deep breath I reply.

"Ara Eberdeen." I can feel my head starting to hurt.

"What did she say? I can't understand?" I hear Effie whispers behind her. If I was any where I would have laughed. She can't understand me? She should listen to her self some time!

" She said Kara Everdeen!" Said an voice in the crowd.

"Oh! My that is a bit embarrassing. I'm sorry. You know what, I'd be willing to bet my buttons that Primrose is your sister! You wouldn't want your little sister get the glory huh? Come on everyone, lets give a round of applause to a newest female tribute!" Effie says in the shrill voice EVERYONE hates.

Leave it to District 12 to have an everlasting silence. Even people who hold betting slips, or the ones who just don't care anymore hold their hands. Maybe it's because they know my sister, or I repaired the pants once? Or maybe they have met Prim before, the sweet little girl every one loves. I just stand on the stage taking the silence as a message to the Capital. I can almost hear the thoughts of District 12 'No! We don't agree to this! We don't condone this! This is plain wrong!'

I can only think of one gesture that would help me express what I feel. So I slowly put the three middle fingers of my left hand to my lips and hold it out to the crowd. It is a very old and rarely used gesture, sometimes seen at funerals. It means thanks, admiration and good bye to someone you loved. It works so well because no matter how bad District 12 is, it's my home and I love it.

Suddenly the smell of alcohol hit my nose. It could only be Haymitch. He is the only remaining victor from our district and the biggest drunk in all of Panem. I can now hear his heavy foot steps and harsh breathing very close to me and he swings his arm over my shoulder.

"Loook at HER!" He yells out to no one in particular. "I Like her! She doesn't talk much" he took a small pause to laugh. Thinking his joke was funny " But you know what got? Huh? She.. got a backbone like a steel poll! More than annny of you !" I think he desiced to take a short walk to the edge of the stage because a hear a crash and a very loud 'Oww' it serves him right any ways, no one should ever be THAT drunk.

With Effie finally able to compose herself after Haymitch's little tumble, she starts to once again to get the ball rolling.

" Wow this has defendant been an interesting day hasn't it? Now it is time to choose our boy tribute!"

I barley have time to wish Gale's name is not picked before she yells out the next victim of the Hunger Games.

"Peeta Mellark!"

All I think is 'Not him! Any one but him!' The name is familiar to me. Even thought I have never spoken to it's owner once in my life. Peeta Mellark, the youngest baker son.

Well aren't the odds just Wonderful today.

As he makes his way up to the stage all I can think is 'Why did he have to get picked? Out of all of the boys of District 12 it had to be him!'

Effie then decides to ask for volunteers, but no one steps up for him. I know he has two older brothers. One was Tyson, he is 20 so he can't, and then there is Rye hes my age. He is a jerk and a Mama's boy any way. He use to make fun of me when I still went to school.

His heavy foot steps make their way just beside me. I can only guess what kind of expression is on his face. I would think it is a one of pure terror. Like I'm sure mine is. I still remember wanting to speak with him. To thank him. He saved us.

He saved us when he threw Katniss that bread. When we were all starving after Papa's death. When Mother left us to go to that dark terrible place in the back of her mind. and when I couldn't help my poor little sisters from hunger. He was there. Not physically.

No but he was our hope.

Katniss told me that is was Him and me that help her to go in to the woods everyday. Him because he helped her see the light at the end of the tunnel and me because (and I quote her while saying) "You never gave up after your accident. You're still pretty normal. Your my first Dandelion of the year. "

As the mayor finished the Treaty of Treason. He told us to shake hands. I feel his eyes staring into mine. Like most people when they first meet me. I hear him gasp when he finally sees that I can't see him back.

His hands are very warm. Almost like loafs of bread it rubs on you?

I can feel his hand shaking a bit so I do the only thing I can think of right now. I give him a sad smile and squeeze his hand a little tighter. Almost like a reassurance. Just like when Prim is scared. Talking without words.

And he does the same thing...

I quickly let go to face the general way of the crowd. And the anthem plays as our back round.

As the music play all that is runnign through my head is ' I may have to kill the kid! Well maybe not there is 24 of us maybe we'll get lucky and not eve see each other in there?'

But really when have the odds Ever been in my favor?

An/:

I'M BACCCK! Lol any way guys this has been in the workings seine I posted the first chapter! Sorry it's late but I had to word it differently and all that Jazz.

So as some of you may know ( and a lot of you don't) I live in a small fishing village in the middle of no where Cape Breton ( Google it! Wonderful pace to live. (were very Scottish up here lol ) Come visit some time xP ) And baiting and setting day is coming up soon ( the 11th and 12th ) And then a week after that is my birthday ( May 19th)( Turning 16 baby! whoo hoo) So Updates will be VERY slow for the next while. I can't flake out on Baiting and setting the Lobster traps, IT's the start of summer really up here!(Plus I get a reason to miss school xP ) so I am going to say sorry in advance guys xD

Any way! I will talk next time I up date. I am start to pick at the chapter tonight I don't know yet!

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