The Hunger Games: Peeta's POV

Chapter One

Hey guys!!! So this is a story of The Hunger Games in Peeta's POV!!! (Point of view.) I hope you guys like it and be sure to comment!!!!
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Peeta's POV-
The bright, luminescent light of the sun shines down on my face. I can feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead as Effie Trinket and her oversized, pink wig walk up to the stage.

"Welcome, welcome!" She yelps into the silver mike that sits on the stage. "The time has come to select one courageous young man and women for the honor, of representing District 12 in the 74th annual Hunger Games!"

Courageous! Please! The reason I say this is, no one is really brave enough to go into this game of killing, except the careers of course. They are so scared that some even consider the thought of suicide. The thought of death because they don't want to participate in this death trap.

I understand, of course. No one wants to kill kids and loose their sense of innocence in the process. You would have to live with it for the rest of your life, with the haunting image burned into your brain.

"As always, ladies first!" She brings one foot in front of the other with her high heels clicking in the process. She reaches her pale hand into the clear, untouched, glass ball and carefully selects the girl tribute that will be going into this years games. She picks up a slip of paper that is folded and walks back over to the filthy stage. She steps in front of the microphone and reads out the name to the entire population of District 12. "Prim Rose Everdeen!"

Prim Rose Everdeen.

I've heard that name. Of course! The love of my life, Katniss Everdeen's sister! Oh no! Then that means......

"Prim! Prim!" Katniss. "No, no!" Her voice is starting to crack which means she is about to cry, but her tears never come. She sounds so broken. Her voice is empty of any hope. "I volunteer!" She screams so the entire square can hear. "I volunteer as tribute!" Oh no! Why?! I scream to myself in my head. Why does the love of my life have to go into this death trap! Anyone but her! Please, lord, not her!

I'm so eager to help. To do something. Anything. I'm halfway tempted to just volunteer for the person who is called, but I know I would already be dead. I could never survive one night in the horrifying arena. Not in that dark place twenty four people have to call home. So instead of doing what I so badly want to do, I just stand there with my mouth partway open.

I look at Katniss, who is doing the same thing as I am. She stands on the stage with a shocked expression across her face. I can see tears starting to form, but she manages to hold them back. "What is your name dear?" Effie asks. "Katniss Everdeen." "Well I bet my buttons that was your sister, wasn't it?" "Yes." She replies in a calm, but broken voice. "Let's have a big hand for our very first volunteer, Katniss Everdeen!" She claps, but the crowd responds differently. They put three fingers to their lips and hold their left hand up high. This is a symbol that means I'm sorry. Or saying goodbye. Effie just stands their and nods, "And now for the boys!"

Please don't be me! Please!
She walks over to the other side of the stage and sticks her hand down in the boy's glass ball. She moves her hand around until she finally selects one slip of paper.

It's not mine! I tell myself. There's only six with the name Peeta Mellark on them! That can't possibly be mine!

She makes her way to the mike and and unfolds the slip of paper. She spits out the name.

"Peeta Mellark!"

No! It's me. This year it's me. I will be going into the game of killing this year. I will be the one dying.

The crowd turns to me and I walk walk up to the stage with peacekeepers around me.

Katniss looks at me. It's an expression I can't quite read. It's just blank. Emotionless. Empty. Our eyes meet for just one second, but then Katniss flashes hers away. I'm interrupted by Effie. "Well go on you two shake hands!"

I reach my hand out to her and she grabs it and gives it a small shake and let's go.

It was just one hand shake, but it's when it all began.

Started: January 15th 2016