Different quarter quell

Chapter 1

Katniss pov

I sit with my mother and sister on the couch to watch the announcement of the quarter quell. Snow walks up to the podium, and the audience cheers as he explains the quarter quell,  they’re special games held every 25 years.  He takes a box from a small boy in white that contains the rules of the quell. “And now celebrating the third quarter quell as a reminder that not even the strongest can overcome the power of the capital and that it is not only them that must pay for their transgressions the male and female and tributes are to reaped from the existing pool of victors from each first and they will have one sibling to accompany them if they have no siblings they will be reaped alone” I’m going into the games and Prim is going with me before anyone can stop me I run out of the house and into the forest. I fall to my knees, crying my eyes out. This can’t be happening. Why Prim? She never did anything wrong. Why can’t Snow just punish me? Then I realize that’s what he’s doing he’s punishing me by putting the one person who means everything to me in danger, I have to choose between saving Peeta and saving Prim and it kills me. But, I can’t Prim die she has to be the victor. I run to Peeta’s house. I don’t even bother to knock. I open the door, and he instantly pulls me into his arms. 

“We can’t let her die, Peeta!”, I cry “Shh”, Peeta says “We’ll do whatever we have to do to protect her, We’ll train her beforehand we’ll do whatever we have to do to prepare her,”  “What about your brothers?” I ask. “They can look after themselves”, he says. “Stay with me”, I say. “Always,” he says. He pulls me into a hug, and I bury my face in his shoulder. We sit on the couch, and he wraps his arm around me, and I rest my head on his shoulder. We stay like that for an hour before I break the silence. “I should go be with Prim”, I say  “Okay”, he whispers. He kisses my cheek, and I smile at him before leaving. 

When I get home, I go straight to Prim’s room. I open the door and see her sitting on her bed. She looks up at me, and I run to her and pull her into my arms, stroking her hair, “I’m so sorry Prim” I say through tears. “This is all my fault”,  “It’s not your fault”, I hear her say. “Prim”, I say, pulling back. “It’s gonna be okay”, “Peeta and I will look after you, and we’re going to help you get ready”