AN _Thanks all of you that have read my story, it means a lot. Please any reviews on what I can do better would be great. Also, I've decided that if you want your character to be in my story you can, comment their name, age, a short description about them, and if they are a viewer in a district, a capitol person, or a unnamed tribute in the arena and I will do a POV of them. I'm also doing a poll on my account where you can vote who's POV you want to see. Thanks again.

Now finally, the event we've all been waiting for, the reaping

Disclaimer_ I wish I was, but I'm not Suzanne Collins, she owns the hunger games, not me

Prim POV

I was already in place with the rest of the girls my age. This morning had seemed to go by so fast I hardly remembered any of it, much less the long boring speech Mr. Undersee gave. I just know that I'm scared. Katniss said I shouldn't be,after all, I only have one name in the bowl. "Nothing to be worried about...nothing to worry- "a loud screech ran through the air as a very odd looking lady tapped the microphone. I recognized her as Effie Trinket, the lady who read the names of the tributes from district twelve. She never seemed to age which I thought was super creepy, I guess that must be normal in the capitol though.

"Welcome, welcome, to the Seventy Fourth annual hunger games! Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor!" Her shrill voice rang through the air. This was real, it finally hit me how real this was, I could die..I started to calm down, there was no possible way I could be called. I only had one name in there, only one..." Ladies first," Effie called in her high pitched voice,her long fingers drew one slip of paper from the bowl." Primrose Everdeen"

Gale POV

I was shocked. It couldn't be Prim, it can't be. Katniss would never...oh no. Katniss would never let Prim go to the hunger games, which meant only one thing. I felt a huge wave of dread pass over me as I heard the words I knew she'd say, " I volunteer, I volunteer as tribute.

" Katniss' words hit me like a brick wall. I heard Prim screaming no, so I did what any best friend would've done and I grabbed her. She was still crying and screaming, something I was trying so hard not to do.

" Up you go Katniss, " I said. My voice cracked a little bit but she must not have noticed. All I could think of was what if we had ran away together, what if.

Hamich POV

That strange looking girl came up and I think everyone flipped her off, I'm not sure next thing I know is I'm off the stage and I hurt something. I think i said spunk, or did i say-Wait, is that person over there holding wine...( I needed a little comic relief before I wrote super depressing Peeta's POV)

Peeta's POV

My head was spinning. It can't be Katniss, it can't be. I don't know how, but I know that I have to keep her alive whatever it takes. But how can I save someone else when I can't save me from myself. Effie said something about buttons but I don't care. I want to curl up in a ball and die. I would do anything to keep her out of that arena, anything.

" Peeta Mellark," my name rings through the quiet square. I walk up to the stage and look Katniss straight in the eye. I've made up my mind. I will save her and I will die in that arena. Compared to this life, hell will feel like heaven.

Hope you liked it, sorry for emo Peeta but I always imagined him having depression. See ya later

Over and out