Hunger Games - Primrose

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So, I posted this story on a Fan Fiction website, and I thought I'd share it here.
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There are 27 long (that's what she said) and awesome chapters, so be prepared

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ʗɧɑǷƮɛƦ 1 - Ʈɧɛ ƦɛɑǷɪℕɠ

"P rimrose Everdeen."

The voice that just spoke my name was unmistakable. It was clear and crisp with a posh accent that was almost as strange to me as the person it was coming from. Effie Trinket.

"Where are you dear?" she spoke out again, the ringing of her clearly higher than average pitched voice bringing me back into reality. The crowd of the other fifteen year old girls around separated away from me slowly, everybody backing away from the girl who just got reaped into her sure death.

I knew I had to move my legs towards the stage, I just didn't know how to. Sure enough, with another beckoning from Effie, my legs found a way to work without my acknowledgement. I made my way slowly towards the stage while hundreds of eyes stared straight at me when all of a sudden I heard a familiar yelp from my sister, Katniss.

"PRIM! PRIM!"

I snapped my head round and saw my sister, my beautiful long brown haired grey eyed sister, struggling against two large Peacekeepers in spotless white uniforms that were obviously newly washed for today's reaping. I opened my mouth to try and scream her name back, but my voice box wasn't working. I tried to move my legs to run towards her, but my legs were back to their non-movement state. I was stuck helplessly like a statue while she screamed the four that I knew were coming. "I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!"

"I believe we have a volunteer…" Effie Trinket's voice was ringing with the same shock that was registering on everybody's faces. Katniss' peacekeepers let go of her and she jogged towards me and held me in her arms for the next few seconds until the peacekeepers would grab me. My arms wrapped around her tightly and I closed my eyes and dug my face into her classic braid. I couldn't let this happen, I could let my sister take my place in the death row of Panem and I knew this is how she felt too but this was my death sentence.

"I can't let you do this Katniss…" I said in barely a whisper. I broke free from her clutch and with all my force I ran up the stage, holding in tears as I hauled my legs up the stairs to the stage. I reached the microphone and looked back at Katniss. She was kneeling on the floor where I had left her, her mouth opening and closing from the terror and shock combined, her eyes puffy and red. I couldn't look at her for longer than a few seconds because I knew I burst into uncontrollable tears which would make me look weak on camera. I turned to Effie Trinket on my right side, who was so obviously pleased by the dramatic turn of events. I turned to the microphone on my left side and grabbed it. I cleared my throat and told the crowd as confidently as I could, "My sister won't be volunteering."

As soon as I'd uttered the words, peacekeepers just as clean as the ones before grabbed Katniss and pulled her up and took her away and this time she didn't struggle against them at all, she just let them drag her limp body through the dirt. I couldn't imagine how she was feeling. I watched her still as the Effie Trinket hopped across the stage to the boy's reaping bowl and picked out a name. I didn't hear who was called as I too busy watched Gale, a family friend, fetch Katniss from the Peacekeepers and carry her back to a house I would probably never get to see again. I saw Katniss cry into Gale's shoulder as he stroked her braid calmingly. He always loved her. It wasn't until my hand was being pulled into a firm shake from the boy I would be entering the Games with. I looked up from the strong hand to see it was the face of Peeta Mellark, District 12's bakers' third son. I had never spoken to him, but his father was always fond of my sister and I. He always traded us freshly baked bread for squirrels, sometimes rabbits too, that Katniss caught. On my last birthday, he bought some of my goat's milk off me and gave me a slice of free cake as a present. He was a sweet man and I had no doubt his son was also pleasant. I was glad I would have someone nice with me, someone I knew if only through an acquaintance, but on the other hand it also made it worse, knowing that another person would be dying with me in this.

 

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ʗɧɑǷƮɛƦ 2 - Ʈɧɛ Ǥօօɖвყɛʂ

E ffie ushered me and the baker's son off stage. I instantly heard the rumble of chatter from the crowds after being told they could leave and return home. I wondered what Katniss must be doing. If Gale was with her. If he had managed to calm her down a little bit, or whether she was completely going out of her mind. I was so happy I would get to see her soon, even if only for a few minutes to say goodbye, I would still get to see her. Get to hug her. Get to see my mother. Oh god, my mother. I hadn't even thought of her yet. My beautiful mother. How was she? Was Katniss helping her? Was she helping Katniss? Was Gale just taking care of them both?

Thoughts escalated through my mind as I followed a team of Peacekeepers into the room in the Justice Building where I would get to say my goodbyes. It was a plush room, with red carpets and red sofa's and green curtains. I sat carefully down on one of the sofa's and grasped onto the velvet that covered the foam cushions. I held my head down until my mother and Katniss ran into the room. Katniss grabbed me and held me in her firm but loving arms and cried. Her tears egged on my own and this time I couldn't hold them back. "I'm so sorry," I told her. "I couldn't let you take my place."

"I understand," she choked out. "It would have been the same if our roles were reversed." She held me at arm's length and looked at me straight in the eyes. She grabbed a piece of my loose hair that was hanging out from my two plaits and twisted with it in her fingers. "You can do this, you know, Prim. You can win this thing, and you can come home and we'll all bathe in our riches. We can get another cat, so Buttercup has a friend and-"

"I won't win this, Katniss," I interrupted. "We all know it's true."

The truth set upon her face like stone and tears dripped silently from across her hallow cheeks. My mother finally walked over and sat on her knees looking at both me and Katniss. She didn't speak, she just looked from Katniss to me, from Katniss to me, from Katniss to me. She finally pulled us both into her arms and whispered "I love you"s to us and rocked us back and forth. This would be the last time I would hug my mother and my sister, the two most amazing and important people in my life.

It felt like only a few seconds we'd been embraced with each other when the Peacekeepers barged through the door to collect them both. "YOU'LL BE OKAY, PRIM, I SWEAR, YOU'LL BE OK, YOU CAN DO THIS PRIM! PRIM!" Katniss screamed as the doors closed.

I didn't get time to sit down before my next visitor came. It was the other tributes dad. The baker. Mr. Mellark. He passed me a package wrapped in white and tied with string. He stood for a minute looking at me with red eyes, obviously just from seeing his son, and spluttered out "I'll look out for them both. I'm sorry." and he left as soon as he entered.

I sat down on the red sofa's again and began to open the package Mr. Mellark gave me. Inside was two cookies, with tiny pieces of white and brown chocolate baked inside it's beige crumbly goodness. I looked at them and my stomach grumbled hungrily, reminding me I hadn't eaten since I'd woken up at six o'clock this morning from nightmares of being reaped. I couldn't eat the cookies now, as even though I had pains from the hunger, I knew if I'd eat anything, with all the fright inside of me, I would just be re-greeted with it again in a few minutes.

The door opened again and Gale walked through. He picked me up and hugged me tightly before sitting me back down on the sofa. He held out his hand and inside his clutch was a silver bracelet with a blue rock on. "This is my mothers. She told me to give it to you, for your token." Gale told me. He slipped it on my wrist and clasped it on. It was a perfect fit, and it was beautiful. I'd seen Gales' mother, Hazelle, wearing it before and I'd once told her how beautiful it looked. A wave of emotions hit me, knowing I'd never get to see that woman again.

"Tell her thank you. A really big thank you – this is just beautiful. Thank you," I stammered. I pulled Gale in for another hug, not knowing how much time we had left. "Look, Gale-"

"I know, Prim. I will look after them the most I can. I wouldn't do any less. You know that," he smiled at me reassuringly, pulling me back in for a hug.

"Tell her how you feel Gale," I whispered into his chest. "Tell Katniss that you love her. She will need you."

I felt him nod against me as the Peacekeepers barged in and grabbed him away from me. He waved goodbye, and I'm sure a saw a tear go down his cheek.

 

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