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Today is the day every teen feared most. The day where teenagers are ripped from their parents as a sacrifice to the Capitol. I hate this morning. Every year, its the same getto Capitol "escort" spokes person who speaks every year. She blabs on and on about the history of the dark times and what not, and then picks the names of the already dead tributes that stand before us. They're a ticking time bomb, the walking dead man and women. Yeah I know I can be a little harsh but our tributes get slaughtered each and every game. It's basically saying that we just send two cows to the slaughter house where it's an instant kill.
Now today it's my sister Prim's first reaping. Three days ago my Prim got off the train from touring the districts. She absolutely loved each every district. She sent us postcards from each and every district. And in every card she promised to take a bunch of pictures from each district and in the end of her last letter she wrote,
"I love both of you dearly and can't wait to see Buttercup, Princess and your shining faces. I deeply fear what is going happen to me when I get back for my first reaping. As I go past each district, it's a clock ticking by until it ticks to my fate. I love you and can't wait to see you both again. See you when I get of the train!
Love,
Primrose"
Three days ago
And when that very day came, I waited. I waited out at the train stop. It was a windy on this day. The breeze was a summer one. Nice and warm; the breeze played with my bangs. Swishing from side to side like the long grass up on the hill by the fence.
Parents galore was the train station. There were only fifty kids in her grade. So there should only be one hundred parents right? Ninety-nine if you subtract my mom, and then add brothers, sisters, cousins, uncles, aunts and many more people. But like always the peacekeepers had their way to organize us. Each person, had to stand by their child's name that was on a wooden post. [Everdeen, Primrose] And after we were organized we waited...waited...and waited.
Then I could here a roar in the distance. It was faint but kept growing louder and louder. This roar wasn't stopping. Then a man in the crow's-nest called out,
"Train, dead ahead!" Prim was coming, Prim was coming home. I couldn't wait to see her smiling face. Her face made anyone smile even her cat. Mother would be so proud of her and she would defiantly smile. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of Prim smiling.
The train slowed as it pulled into the station. Parents were clapping and cheering for their children had come home. Mother described a gathering of great cheers like today was when our tributes came home. There were only two in the whole series of recorded Hunger Games. Molly Shoemaker was the first ever District Twelve tribute to win the games. She recently died of age and at the of eighty-nine. The next tribute that ever won was Haymitch Abernathy. Anyways he was the other tribute who had won the Hunger Games. In fact he won the Quarter Quell.
Quarter Quell: A special game in the Hunger Games which only occurs every twenty-five years.
The Hunger Games: A game in which twenty-four adolescences, between the ages of twelve and eighteen, fight to the death with weapons of all kinds, in a arena of any type of survivable climates.
Anyway, as the door the train opened, children started to file out with suitcases in hand. Each and everyone of the childrens' faces lit up as they found their parents. Packs of them filed out but still no Prim. My eyes wondered the crow ds of children searching for her. How could I not miss her bright blonde hair.
"Is that all the children?" One peacekeeper yell for behind me. "Sorry ma'am for yellin' in your ears." The peacekeeper gave an act of kindness. This was unusual for a peacekeeper to say sorry.
"It's okay, you are only doing your job." I replied with a smile.
"There is one more child on the train. First she was on the windowed end car then she went to the bathroom." He waited a moment. Through the glass windows of the train, a girl about the same size, short and thin, and had the same sunny blonde hair as Prim. There was no doubt that it's was her.
Then a what I thought was Prim, was a girl with Prim's sunny blonde hair, hopped off the train. Did Prim die on this journey or commit suicide to get out of the reaping? Did she stop in a different district but never came back? Am I over thinking this?
Then the girl stopped and look back into the train. A small blonde headed girl came to the entrance and jumped of the edge. Her head panned from left to right searching for family. Her eyes past right by me without hesitation. When girl's eyes got to the end of the line, she wrinkled her nose up in confusion. She then traced each family once more. Her deep blue eyes stopped right at her name and a tear trickled down her face, yet she was still smiling,
"Katniss!" The girl shouted. Her blonde locks turned into amber waves as she sprinted over to me. Now I know it was her,
"Prim!" I shouted back. A small tear trickled down her face as she landed into my arms. She was some-what laughing but also sobbing at the same time. It became very hard to understand what she was saying but I did get a message at the end,
"Oh Katniss I missed you so much,"(sniffles)"...Katniss, the reaping is in three days...W-What if they pick me?" Her face became blotchy and red like a red pepper.
"Prim they won't pick you, I am sure of it!" Prim's name was only in there once, once! I believe I put mine in thirty-six or forty-six times. Surly I have a greater chance of getting picked than her, right? "Now let's go home, Mom made apple cobbler for dessert," Prim's face lit up so quickly. I guess the cobbler will take her mind off the games, for now. Hopefully it does. It cost five squirrels, three rabbits and some sort of duck animal-thingy. Plus and a good size rabbit and a mallard duck for our selves, but I'm not complaining. "And you can show us the photos from our trip, alright?"
"Alright." Prim replied in a more mature mood.
In the present day
I curled my back like a cat from its nap. I slowly rolled my head from left to right and all around. I took a slow breath of the mildewy air around. I crept out of my bed. Mom and Prim were sleeping in the next bed over, looking warm and comfy. In my sleep wear that consisted of a tank top and a pair of shorts. Cloths that I could find in the hob. I lightly step towards the porch and the front steps. But I was stopped.
"Katniss!" Prim screamed, giving me a jolt.
"What is it Prim?" I quickly whipped my head around and my body followed. Stepping quickly but quietly, I walked to her bedside. "What is it?" I ask her again. She is shaking in fear, and I opened my arms to give her a hug. Somehow my mom was still asleep.
"It was me!," her voice is hoarse and out of breath, "It was my name, I got reaped!" Her voice was muffled by the hug, her head in my sholders.
"Prim," I tried to get her to focus in a calming voice "Prim, it was just a dream...okay...just a dream." She slowly nodded and placed her head on the pillow. Her eyelids started to droop down but she force them open again. She tried to fight back against the undefeated fighter, Sleep.
"Could you sing," A smile slowly crept across my face, "The Valley Song please?" my smile grew a bit bigger now and I nodded to her.
"Deep in the meadow, under the willow
