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Katie. {Hunger Games fanfic}
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Em andamento, Primeira publicação em mai 17, 2011
My name is Katie Primrose Mellark. I am thirteen years old. I have Poppa's blue eyes and blonde hair (grown to my waist) and Mama helps me braid it. I am reaped into the new Hunger Games, which are back, somehow.

Mama told me that when I start to have a breakdown (which she says are hereditary from Poppa and her) to make a list of things I know as true. But, now Im not entirely sure.
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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