May The Odds Be Never In Your Favour (A Hunger Games Fan Fiction)
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  • Reads 205,980
  • Votes 4,665
  • Parts 30
  • Time 3h 4m
Ongoing, First published Jun 03, 2012
"I'm stuck on this stage, trying to hold back the tears. Everyone forcefully cheering, even though we're just another part of their games. They'll never see us again. I'm dead to them now."

What would of happened if Katniss hadn't have took Primrose Everdeen's place in the annual Hunger Games? And instead of Peeta, another poor 13 year old boy was chosen? In this tale of survival, fear and love, we find out about what it really would of been like if Prim was the girl tribute for District 12.
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May the odds be ever in your favor (THG Prim's POV) ** currently editing **

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Every one know the story of how my older sister, Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire, and her fellow tribute, Peeta Mellark, won The Hunger Games. This is my story, when I, Primrose Everdeen, was picked to compete in the 76th Hunger Games. ~~~~ I was reaped once, for the 74th annual Hunger Game. I was 12, my first year being entered. My sister promised me nothing would go wrong, even gave me a mockingjay pin to protect me. We both went to the reaping, and my name was pulled. Let me just say, the odds were not in my favor. Katniss volunteered. I screamed and begged her not to go, but she did, for me. She protected me. Like the mockingjay pin, she was my mockingjay. It;s been five years since then, I’m 17 now. I’ve learned how to throw knives, hunt and climb trees, in fear of being reaped. Sure enough, the day of reaping comes around and I’m reaped. My best friend, Rory Hawthorne, volunteers for his younger brother. My Best Friend. Me. Fighting. To. The. Death. I can’t. I can’t hurt him. Why? Because I love him. All rights reserved ® 2014 mikaylal