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Introduction
The Capitol lady's slim hand reaches into the bowl, and all I can hear is the beating of my heart, feel the slight sting on my finger from the prick, and see that one piece of paper that she draws out. all i can think is,
Please don't be me. Please don't be me. Please-
"Primrose Everdeen."
A murmur goes through the crowd, but I can't hear them.
I replay what she said in my mind.
No, I think, she didn't say Primrose. She said someone else's poor name, and I just misheard it with her weird accent. A girl that i may recognize but dont know will step up, a parents will stifle their cries, and I will walk back home, safe and sound, watching the tv, watching those poor kids kill each other until one is left standing.
And I imagine this, my body relaxing, until a soldier dressed in protective gear (like district 12 would even dare to harm him) comes up to me and nudges my back, hard, with his gun.
A gasp escapes my lips, and I take a step forward.
And another.
And another.
Until I am on the steps to the platform, silence threatening to choke me, tears not coming, screams not wailing. I just walk up, numbly, and stand beside the strange lady with the big pink hair and strawberry lips.
I look out into the crowd of gray people, and catch my sister's eyes. Katniss looks at me, her face pale, her mouth pressed in a hard, straight line.
She takes a deep breath and is about to step forward, about to volunteer, about to save her poor little sister. I actually think she is about to do it, to risk her life, until she takes a step back
and shakes her head.
No.
And I'm not surprised.
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Primrose Everdeen
FanfictionWe all know the Hunger Games; and it all started because of Katniss Everdeen's proud volunteer for her sister. But what if Katniss never volunteered? What if Primrose Everdeen had to fight to the death in The Hunger Games, and only one would win...