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Hunger Games Fan Fiction

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Chapter 1



When I awoke, Buttercup was still curled up right beside me, but other than that, I was alone in the bedroom I shared with my mother and sister, Katniss. Katniss insists Buttercup is ugly, but to me, he is beautiful. He has half of one ear missing, and a cute nose that is smashed into his face.



It must be around 8:30 according to the sun, and that only left about three hours to prepare for the reaping this morning. As a punishment for our rebellion 74 years ago, two children between the ages of 12 and 18 are sent to fight to the death on television for all of Panem to see. At the age of 12, each person had their name entered once. At 13 twice, 14 three times, and so on. But here's the catch. Say your family lives in the Seam like mine. You can enter your name more times for more food. It isn't much, some grain and oil, but it's worth it. Of course, Katniss, my protective older sister has never let me enter in my name for tesserae although she does the maximum amount. That means my name is entered only once this year. One out of thousands. I will not be going to the Hunger Games, and yet, I am petrified Katniss will. Her name is entered 20 times. I know that means there is a chance of her going, and that would mean my sister would be gone.



Katniss has gone hunting again. Even when we have a plethora of food she goes. Habit? Months of starving does that. Peace? It's quiet in the woods. Sanctuary? That was it. I never enjoyed hunting, but I saw what Katniss experienced in the woods each time the injured walked into our house. I know what she feels.



My mother walks into the room and I smile at her. Her life has been so hard. She grew up with a good-merchant class family, but married my father who lived in the Seam. He was a coal-miner and that meant there were certain risks involved with his job. One day, we were let out early for school, to find that something had gone wrong in the mines and my father was dead. My mother barely spoke to us for months, years. Katniss had to find us food in order to keep us alive. She became furious at my mother, but I took pity on her. After all, I had never lost the love of my life, so who was I to judge?



She put Katniss' first reaping outfit on the bed for me to look at, a skirt and ruffled blouse. It was obviously going to be too big, but it would do. I undressed and slid the blouse over my head and wriggled into the skirt. Very seldom did I get to dress up, but this was one of those times. Where Katniss looked like she was from the Seam, I looked like my mother. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slim body. My mother fixed the dress so that it looked perfect on me. By then it was 10:30, and we were to be at the square at 1:30. Katniss' dress was ready for her, a beautiful silk blue one that my mother once wore. But Katniss was not home. Usually she got home around ten, but I figured she stopped at the Hob, a black market of sorts, to talk.



Mother and I sat down to eat a quick meal before the reaping, but I stared at the door the whole meal. 1:00, time to go. I didn't dare ask where my sister had gone or why she wasn't home. I knew that would only lead to trouble. Instead I followed my mother obediently out the door to what could possible be my last reaping.



Chapter 2



I stood in a crowd of 12 year olds, some shivering with fear. I notice Katniss' friend Madge's father, the mayor and District 12's escort, Effie Trinket. Her hair this year is pink and she is wearing a spring-green suit. The third seat beside them is reserved for District 12's only remaining victor, Haymitch Abernathy. Haymitch has a tendency of being late and also rude. He's never sober, and never early.



The mayor seems to disregard Haymitch's absence, as I try to forget Katniss', and starts his annual speech about how we are bad people and that's why each year 23 kids have to die just for the amusement of the sick and twisted citizens of the Capitol. I look towards where Katniss should be, but there is no Katniss smiling at me to tell me it's OK. I catch Madge's gaze as I turn around and she smiles at me. Several minutes have passed since I have paid attention, but suddenly the reaping ball with our names in it starts spinning. My mind is in a blur as Effie reaches her hand in it, saying something ridiculous that she finds uplifting. I cross my fingers and she reads the name, praying it isn't Katniss'. And my luck paid off. It wasn't. It was mine.
Summary:



It's the 74th Hunger Games. Prim's name is again called, but Katniss has gone missing, leaving Prim to go on the stage. Alone. What will happen in this twist on Suzanne Collin's “The Hunger Games”?
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