Disclaimer: Unless the don't make an appearance in The Hunger Games, all of the characters belong to Suzanne Colliins. The ones that aren't in THG are obviously mine.
Rory and I met when we were eight. I was walking along the fence, looking at the flowers and weeds that grow along it, when I rammed into something. Well, someone.
The boy was tall, and I recognized him from school. He had dark hair that hung low over his gray eyes, and light olive skin. Not unusual for someone from the Seam. Not like me.
"Sorry, are you okay?" He asked while he helped me up.
"I-I'm fine. Are you okay?" I dusted off my skirt and adjusted my braids. I was always shy.
"Yeah, you sure you're not hurt?" This was more than just normal concern.
"Positive." I smiled. "I'm Primrose, by the way. You can call me Prim."
"Nice to meet you, Prim." He shook my hand, smiling back. "I'm Rory."
"Gale's little brother?" I tilted my head to the side a little.
"Yeah. Katniss's little sister, right?"
"Right." I looked around the Meadow before looking at him again.
"Well, um, it was nice meeting you, but I need to go him. So, bye." I waved a little and started to walk away.
"Hey, wait up!" He ran to catch up. "Can I walk you home?"
"Sure. But...why?"
"Because," he gave me a grin. "My dad always told me that you never let a pretty girl walk home alone, especially through the Seam." I must've turned ten different shades of red, but smiled and nodded and let him walk me home anyways. After all, when a cute boy calls you pretty and offers to walk you home, you don't just say no.
We'd talked about school and what we like to do, and he'd been a perfect gentleman, pretty much. His family raised him right, as Katniss would've said.
I'd hugged him goodbye and went inside, then watched him out the window until he was gone.
Even at eight I'd known that I was more than likely going to end up falling in love with Rory Hawthorne.
