The Games We Play

Chapter 1

I wake up to screaming. My eyes whipped open. I immediately get up and my vision darts around looking for what's wrong. Last night, I slept over at Katniss's to help calm her sister, Prim, down since for the first time- her name is in the bowl for The Hunger Games.
Your name goes into the bowl for the first time at 12 years old. If you take extra food your name goes in the bowl more, that's called tessera. This year I took none so my name is in 3 times.
I look over at Katniss who is sitting next to the screaming Prim. I found the source. She stops screaming, but she instead starts crying hysterically. As she sobs, Katniss strokes her cheek and pulls her into a hug. I climb up next to them.
"It'll be ok, Prim. Don't worry." I rub her back and side hug her.
Katniss abruptly pulls away from Prim. She takes her face in her hands. "Prim, your name is only in the bowl once. You won't get called no matter what, there's too small of a chance.
I dig in the breast pocket of my shirt. I pull out a pin. It's gold with a mockingjay hold a spear in its beak on it. Mockingjays mimic people excellently. They can perfectly memorize human or bird tunes and sounds.
I put the pin on my palm and take Prim's hand. I put her hand on my and flip them so hers is on the bottom. I open my fingers and the pin falls in her palm.
"What's this?" Her red and puffy eyes look up at me, tears shimmering in them. She has calmed down a lot and isn't crying anymore.
"It's comfort. Every time you have this on you, I will be there, not always physically but mentally. Katniss and I will always protect you." I look deep into her big blue eyes. I pull her into a hug and stroke her blond hair while whispering that it will be ok. Eventually, I let go. "I have to go home and get ready. Bye, I love you."
"Bye, love you." Katniss smiles weakly.
"Bye, Y/N. See you later." Prim looks up.
I walk next door to my small home. The walls are made out of a white wood against the black roof. I go up the broken steps to my stoop. I open the white screen door. The screen is tore in the corner, but that never bothered my dad and I.
My dad and I live alone. My mom died giving birth to me. Dad is still in love with her and won't be dating anyone else anytime soon. Not that that's a bad thing. Mom had blonde hair and blue eyes. She was the prettiest woman to ever walk the earth, and still is. I got dad's genes.
I have dark brown hair and chocolate like eyes. The only thing that makes me look like Mom is the fact my skin is fair and that I'm short. I'm 5'3 and 15 years old.
I walk up the flight of stairs to the second floor. I turn to the left and see my bedroom. Unlike the Everdeen's, we have separate rooms and beds. They have 2 rooms and 2 beds. We have the same. But then again, I'm an only child.
I walk past my bedroom and go to the bathroom. My Dad prepared a bath for me. I strip down out of my clothes and step in. I sink down and sit for a second before I start scrubbing my arms.
It feels like 5 pounds have been lifted after getting all the dirt off. I cleaned under my nails and all over my skin. I wash my hair.
10 minutes later, I get out of the bath. Before I showered, I pulled out a green button up shirt and a white skirt. I pull up the skirt and button my shirt. I tuck it into the skirt and flatten it down. I open my wood jewelry box and from it I pull a emerald necklace. It's the most expensive and one of the most precious and pretty things I own. It belonged to my Mom before me.
I clasp the necklace and pull on my shoes. I dry my hair. It's soft and fluffy. I brush through it. I take a ribbon and tie it into a braid. I told Katniss we should match, so if she forgets I'll be somewhat angry.
I go down the stairs and see my Dad. He pulls me into his chest and wraps his arms around me. He kisses the top of my head as I hug him back.
"Try not to worry, sweetie." His deep voice says softly.
"I won't." He pulls away and strokes my cheek.
"Well then, let's go." He turns to the door and lets me out before him.
Good luck to me.