The Hunger Games: What If Katniss Never Existed?

Chapter 3

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Dedication to araredbridge for her comment, I had quit writing this book and she told me to start again. Thanks bestie!!! 😃😃😃. Anywho, please keep reading and I apologize for the short chapter, I will update if you want me too but please comment and tell me either yes or no.

PRIM P.O.V.

Shorty after, Gabe fell asleep and I lay in bed fingering my hair and staring at the ceiling in front of me. Realizing that sleep was futile, I heaved a sigh and worked my way out of the warm bed and got up. As my peaceful family slept, I gathered the tea leaves, put water on the stove to boil, and left the room quickly to take a frigid bath. After emerging from the water I just sat and thought. Terrifying questions flitted

Through my mind, 'will I get picked?' 'Will my family be safe?' 'do I have any chance at winning?' Realizing that the waterway probably ready I hopped out of the tin tub and dressed quickly into a black t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. On top of that I heaved my dad's favorite coat, a black leather beauty, and poured myself a cup of tea. As I waited for the tea to cool, I towel dried my hair as much as I could and grabbed a bucket of strawberries from a plant that I had found a few years ago. To protect it I had put wire around it and it was always plentiful. Grabbing my still hot tea, I walked out the door to the Hub to see if I could trade anything.

Once I reached the Hub, I took a deep breath of fresh air and walked inside the bustling market place. Even early in the morning it was busy. As the golden rays of the sun inched their way into. The sky, the peeked through the loose boards and bathed us through the huge skylight on the roof. The Hub used to be for transporting coal but was later shut down. Soon enough it became the new market place. As I looked at all of the booths I arrived at one with a whole bunch of junk. When I started poking through the piles I came across a beautiful brass locket with a worn down clock on top that matched the body, the inside contained a faded drawing of what appeared to bean ancient Spanish warship on the right side and the words " Hope brings us pain and pain brings us hope, live strong and fight fierce and you will survive." I felt this necklace calling to me, " how much?" I asked the elderly lady. She though for a moment and said, " you keep it, but you must give it to whoever gets picked, they will need the motivation." I agreed with that wholeheartedly so I said told her I would and walked home to get into my reaping clothes.