Hi guys, this is my first Fanfic I've ever done so this is a whole new experience for me, but I'm very exited! I have had this idea forever and I thought it would be fun to write this in Prim's perspective. I don't have a set schedule for uploading yet but I will work on it.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games.

She looks at me with her hollowed out cheeks and her wide eyes as she holds the knife against my throat. I'm screaming but I know that it won't do anything. She is so much bigger than me and I can't move anything with her sitting on my stomach, pinning me down. I try to take one last look at the woods around us as I wait for the knife to end my life. She looks me in the eyes one last time and slits my throat.

I wake with a start and see that I'm in my house and not in the woods with the girl, and I sigh with relief but my heart is still racing. My sister rolls onto her side, her long dark hair falling over her face. I brush the hair out of her face, making sure not to wake her up. Sometimes I get jealous of how she looks, she is so pretty and she fits in with everyone else in the Seam with her dark hair and olive skin. I sometimes wish that I could too.

I soon realize that it will take awhile for sleep to come so I decide to crawl in bed with my mom to hopefully bring the sleep faster. Before I go to sleep I wish with all my heart that the nightmare I just had, won't be coming true tomorrow.

When I wake up I notice my sister is gone. She's probably out hunting with Gale. I walk into the kitchen and notice she took the goat cheese I gave to her as a reaping gift. My mother wakes up soon after me and tells me that I should probably get ready for the reaping.

This will be my first reaping because I turned twelve this year. My name is only in the reaping bowl once unlike some other twelve year olds from the Seam. Everyone gets their name put in once when they are twelve, twice when they are thirteen, and so on and so forth until they are eighteen and finally age out of the reaping. The reaping system is pretty unfair because say you are poor and starving you can put your name in the bowl extra times in exchange for tesserae. Each tesserae is worth a meager year's supply of grain and oil for one person. You can also take out tesserae for each one of your family members and that's exactly what Katniss did and she refused to let me take any.

The odds are that I won't be picked because my name is only in it once and kids like Katniss's names are in the bowl twenty or more times but I still worry, especially about Katniss. My mom soon comes from the bathroom saying that my bath is drawn and I quickly thank her. I let the water calm some of my nerves about the reaping, and as I wash myself I can feel the nerves subsiding a little bit. After I finish my mom grabs my blouse and skirt that were once my sister's reaping clothes and helps me get them on. My blouse doesn't seem to want to tuck in the back no matter how hard me and my mom try so we pretty much give up on it. I ask my mom to do my hair and she does it in my normal two braids.

"You look beautiful," my mom tells me as she finishes the braids.

"I would want to look nice if I'm going to the capital," I respond stiffly.

My mom takes my head in her hands and says, "Listen to me, you won't be going to the Capital Prim".

"Are you sure?" I ask quietly.

"I'm almost positive," she replies while wiping a tear off my cheek.

"And what about Katniss?" I ask, wanting her to be safe.

"I doubt she will be reaped, Prim," she replies reassuringly.

My mom gets a bath ready for Katniss while I wait anxiously at the door for her to get home. When she gets home I tell her about the bath and she thanks me and heads off to the bathroom. If she got reaped I don't know what I would do. Me and my mom wouldn't survive without her. I quickly stop my thinking and remind myself she is fine, she will be okay. I repeat this in my head until I go back and see Katniss in one of my mother's old dresses and she looks so beautiful in it. My mom is doing her hair and I'm relieved that Katniss is letting her do it.

She used to be so angry at my mom that she rejected every offer of help my mother offered, now she seems to be getting past it and I'm so happy about it. It was heartbreaking when the two people I love most in this world were fighting and I had to just stand by and watch.

"You look beautiful," I tell Katniss in a hushed voice.

"And nothing like myself," she replies, hugging me close to her.

I watch her face fall for just a second then she has on a smile and

tells me, "Tuck in your tail little duck," and smooths my blouse back in place.

I giggle and give a little "Quack".

"Quack yourself," she says with a light laugh, "Come on, let's eat," she finishes with a quick kiss on the top of my head.

We drink milk from my pet goat Lady and eat some of the rough bread made from the tesserae grain, but none of us really have much of an appetite anyway.

At one o'clock we head for the square, nerves bubbling. You have to go unless you are on death's door. Later Peacekeepers will come around to see if this is true. If not, you'll be imprisoned.

People file in quietly to sign in. This is also a good time for the Capital to keep tabs on the population as well. The older kids, like Katniss, are herded to the front while I'm herded to the back.

The place gets more cramped as more people arrive. The square is large, but not enough to hold the eight thousand people that live here. Latecomers are brought to the adjacent streets where they can watch it being televised.

I stare up at the stage where two of the chairs are full, one holds Mayor Undersee, and the other holds Effie Trinket, District 12's escort. They murmur to each other and look with worry to the empty seat.

Right at two the mayor steps onto the podium and begins to read. I try to listen but my thoughts are drowning out everything. I think about Katniss's twenty slips and Gale's forty two slips. The odds are definitely not in their favor. Then the mayor finishes his speech about the dark days and what we owe to the Capital.

He lists all of District 12's past victors. In seventy-four years we've had exactly two victors. Only one is still alive though. The one alive is Haymitch Abernathy, a middle aged man who is known for his drinking. Even now he struggles across the stage and slumps into the last chair. We respond with our token applause but I can see all the kids around me looking annoyed by it. They aren't the only ones annoyed, Effie is looking very upset as she tries to fend off Haymitch who is now trying to hug her. The mayor is looking worried now because he knows that District 12 is now the laughing stock of Panem.

After things have settled down a bit Effie walks her bubbly self up to the microphone and gives her usual, "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!"

I look desperately for Katniss and I manage to spot her and I feel a wave of relief wash over me. She will be fine, Her name can't get reaped, I think to myself as Effie crosses the podium, and picks a name out of the girls bowl.

I'm praying for Katniss's safety as Effie smooths out the paper slip and reads out the name clearly. And it's not Katniss's name.

It's mine.

So the first chapter was pretty much the same as the book but the other chapters should be different. If you all could review and let me know what you think, it would mean the world to me! :)