Primrose - A Hunger Games Fanfic

Chapter 1

I don't own The Hunger Games, but an awesome lady named Suzanne Collins does. All rights go to her.

This story is based on the Hunger Games book not movie, so if you plan on reading it and don't want spoilers(so what if you seen the movie, the book has it's differences), or if your going to be picky, because things will change. Also this story will be very similar to the book, but with my twist ;-)

20, 19, 18. I take a moment to look around. We're in a waste land. Not a tree in sight. Nor water, or any other resource.

 I look at the tributes, their eyes all on me. They had the look of pure evil in their eyes. I turn my line of vision towards to cornucopia. It's full with weapons, food and water.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1. I ran towards the cornucopia. I stopped once I got there and noticed that no one else moved. I turned around and saw a very muscular man with a knife. He was too old to be here. I was about to run, but before I could even move, he charged at me. He rammed me down to the ground and started stabbing my repeatedly. I was thrashing around, but it was no use.

I heard a cannon go off, and he stopped with a satisfied grin. I'm not dead. He got up, faced the rest of the tributes and pounded his fist in the air in triumph. The tributes were praising him. 

I stood up slowly, hoping no one would notice me. I backed up carefully, keeping my eyes fixed on the man. I turned around to run, but I bumped into someone. I looked up and saw Katniss, my sister, standing there, looking lifeless. She was wearing the same dress my mother wore to my father's funeral.

She didn't seem to notice me, but she was mumbling some words. I couldn't make out what she was saying at first, but over time I could.

"Prim is dead, Prim is dead," She said over and over.

"I'm not!" I yelled. "I'm here! Katniss! Look at me! I'm alright! Please, look at me!"

She never moved. Her eyes were fixed on something in the direction I just came from. I turned towards that direction and saw the same scene I left. The man pounding his fist in the air and the tributes giving him praise.

I scanned the scene, looking for what Katniss was looking at, when I spotted something I didn't noticed before. Behind the man was a lifeless body. My body. I stood there, in shock, until I heard Katniss's voice rising.

"You killed Prim. You killed Prim! YOU KILLED PRIM!" Katniss ran towards the man, which caught his attention.

He faced her, with his knife ready in his hand. This didn't seem to bother her, because she charged at him. My eyes snapped awake as the knife plunged into her body.

I'm at home, in bed next to Katniss. It was just another nightmare. I have been having them for a week now, and it's all because of tomorrow. Reaping day. I've despised that day since the moment I fully understood it. It's the day when a male and female, between the ages of 12 and 18, from each of the twelve districts, are chosen to go into an arena where they will fight to the death until one remains. They call this The Hunger Games, but I think of it as The Time When 23 Kids Die.

I look at Katniss, who is peacefully asleep. She is sixteen. She has dealt with that day four times already and she is still here, but tomorrow is my first time being in the reaping and I'm a nervous wreck. I know that my name is in there only once, but I'm still scared. My name goes in once, while Katniss's name is going to be in there twenty times. It's not fair. I hate the way the reaping system works, and so does ever poor kid in Panem.

The system works like this. When you're twelve you are entered once, when you're thirteen you are entered twice, and so on, until your eighteen when you are entered seven times. That part is fair, but the rest isn't. If you are poor, or have little food, you can put your name more for tesserae. A tessera is a insufficient year supply of oil and grain for one person. You can also get a tessera for each family member. Say you're sixteen like Katniss, and you want to get a tessera for your mom, sister, and yourself. Your name will go in five times, plus five three more times for each tessera, which equals twenty.