It's been an hour and mother isn't home yet. I pick at the stale bread on my plate. I gulped back some of the milk I got from Lady a few minutes ago. I rest the cracked, glass, cup back onto the table as I wiped my milk moustache off with the back of my hand. I start to pick at the hem of the dress, where there was dried mud stuck. I knew I was just trying to distract my self from the day ahead.
My eyes slowly dropped sending me into a dark pit of sleep.
A sudden crash at the door made me jump, nearly leaving me tumble to the floor. I rub the sleep from my eyes. How long was I out? A numerous amount of knock filled the room, creating me and Gale's secret knock, to let each other know it's us.
"Come in!" I half yawned half shouted. The door opened, revealing Gale's muscular body. "Hey Prim!" He sighs, wedging the door back into the door frame. "So your mother is helping a boy who split his knee in the Hob. She told me to bring you to the reaping. "
Memories of last year flooded back to me. I let out a slight whimper. " Prim, they won't pick you." he said. " Gale, you don't know that, Do you?! Since it's the Quarter Quell, the rules have changed! Only the sibling of the fallen tributes will be reaped! And guess what, I will be in that small group, of pitied children. " I'm in tears now. Gale cradles me in his arms. " Prim, we all miss her okay...........but that doesn't mean your destiny is to also die in those games!!" he exclaimed, tears in both our eyes. "Come on, let's go. I told Rosalyn I would walk with her." I shuffle to the door, followed by Gale.
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The Hunger Games Fanfic!
FanfictionWhat if everything went down hill for Katniss in the games? The 75th Annual Hunger Games is here and Prim is worried. This fanfic is in Prim's P.O.V. I did make up some characters but most of them are not my own. I did make this up myself so just e...
