Prim in the Games? (Hunger Games fanfic)

                I wake up slowly seeing that it is daylight; it is scary type of daylight especially today, the reapings. My first year, I look over across the room to see if Katniss is here but it looks like she is out hunting with Gale for tonight. I turn towards my mother who is still asleep; Katniss is right, she does look younger in her sleep, beautiful actually, worn down but beautiful. “Mommy?” I try to wake her. “Mom get up please.” She flutters her blue eyes open and has a very grim face. Usually she smiles and says good morning Prim, but today is different. It’s my first year as a reaping contestant. She is worried about Katniss and me now it’s really hard for her. My mom gets up and makes the little breakfast we can have. We both know that Katniss will be home soon so she gets me ready for my first reaping. She gives me Katniss’ first reaping outfit and I put on the white blouse and green skirt that goes up to my waist I notice it’s a little big on me, but I a lot of Katniss’ clothes are. I look in the small broken mirror as my mom does my hair in two pigtail braids. Its funny people say I look just like her. I look in the mirror at her face, her blue eyes, blonde hair, and same skin color. I guess I do look a lot like her. I know I look nothing like anyone in the seam. As soon as my mom finishes my hair, Katniss comes in the door I immediately go up to her and hug her trying to not cry but I eventually can’t hold it in anymore.  She holds me by the shoulders and says,

                “Shh shh.” As she tries to calm me. “It’s your first year Prim; they’re not going to pick you I promise.” She promises, but what if they do?

                “Okay Katniss.” I say to her.

                “Katniss, let’s get you ready okay?  I already have your bath all warmed up.” My mother says. Katniss seems to hesitate like she always does when my mom offers up help. I know she broke down a few years back when father died and left us to defend for ourselves but I forgave her and Katniss should too. Katniss walks over to my mother while she washes up and I go to my mom and talk to her about what dress Katniss should wear. But when I get there it seems she has already picked out a baby blue dress that is just gorgeous. I leave the room so Katniss can change and when she comes out and looks in the mirror the only words I can say is

                “Katniss, you are beautiful.” I say at awe.

                “Lets tuck that skirt in little duck” and after that last sentence, we were on our way to the justice building for the reapings; my first reapings.  Right when I think of it I already miss that moment when Katniss and mom and I just had a little bit of happiness. I walk up in line to sign in. I look around noticing all the TVs and that everyone in Panem is here just waiting to see who is going to be chosen as District 12’s tributes. I start to realize it could be me I could be that girl to have to go and die in the games. I know I couldn’t win I am too small and pathetic. I couldn’t win. My best shot would be to hide and heal myself if that is the cause. I realize this all too quickly and I stop in the middle of the crowd and begin to cry. Katniss stops and looks around. “Shh shh it’s your first year Prim they’re not going to pick you” She tries to calm me down, which does work. I mean, it is my first year. What are the odds of me getting picked?

                “Next!” The peacekeeper commands. I hesitate but I finally give her my hand and she pricks my index finger- which hurt slightly- as the little bit of blood comes out she lays my hand on the paper and scans it. They do this to make sure no one over age comes in. Which I don’t understand, why would someone want to be in the games?

                “Prim, meet me right here after the reapings okay?” Katniss calls as she walks to the group of 16 year olds, I nod and I walk to the 12 year old group. After a few more minutes later I see, the mayor and the mayor’s wife and daughter, Madge. She is 16 like Katniss but sense she is the Mayor’s daughter she gets to sit up there. She sits next to her father and mother as usual and scared in a beautiful white dress. Next I see Haymitch, drunk as ever in his suit and hair all horribly brushed out. Even if he is a victor I don’t understand why he has to drink so much. Especially now as he looks like he is about to fall off the stage. How will he mentor anyone here? Lastly Effie our escort comes to the stage; she is wearing a pink poof of a wig and in a very pink outfit. Then she begins.