So The Hunger Games does NOT belong to me! I wish I was Suzanne Collins, but I'm not. So this is my very first chapter to my very first story, so tell me how you like it and if I should continue!

Standing there, in a line of all of the eighteens, I know that there is a big- no, huge- chance that this time, I'll be chosen. I looked to my right, and far away I could see Katniss standing with all the girls at the age of sixteen. She spots me in the crowd and I smile at her. She smiles back.

All I could do now, was hope. For both mine, and her safety.

The mayor started talking, reading all the victors from District 12. Out of seventy-four Hunger Games, District 12 only had two winners. Haymitch – that is by the way too drunk for words – and some other guy that died before I was born. After that Effie took the mike talked for about half an hour as well. It's always the same.

Get on with it! The suspense is killing me.

"Ladies first!"

Finally. Before I could remember to hope that it is not Katniss, Effie calls out a name.

And its not Katniss, it's her little sister.

"Primrose Everdeen!" The crowd was silent except for a few murmurs as Prim made her through the crowd. They were doing the same signal that they did every time a twelve year old was chosen to go to the arena and well, die.

"Prim!" I heard cry coming from the crowd. I recognize the voice straight away. "Prim," she hurried to the stage, "I volunteer," she gasps and pushes Prim behind her. "I volunteer as a tribute!"

Effie keeps talking, something about how you're supposed to volunteer at the end and not the beginning. The mayor stops her shortly though.

"What does it matter? Let her come forward!"

I know exactly what's going on through his head at that exact moment. The same thing that's been going through my head: District 12 may finally have another winner.

But Prim wasn't done. She screamed and scratched and held on the Katniss trying to convince her to go back. But Katniss held on firmly, "Prim, let go!"

But Prim wouldn't budge, and I know that if I won't do something and fast, Katniss will have to do something she'll regret after. So I jog to them and gripped Prim with both of my arms detaching her from Katniss.

"Up you go, Catnip," I say trying to keep my voice steady. Katniss didn't shed one tear at all, but I think I might. I pull Prim to her mother as Katniss climb up the steps. Seeing her up on the stage, answering Effie's stupid questions reminds me of the scene that happened earlier on in the morning.

"We could do it, you know," I say quietly. But she hears.

"What?"

"Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it." My question caught her off gourd and I can see that she doesn't know how to respond. What made me ask that question anyways? Of course we couldn't run away! We have our families to look over. And it's not like there is anything romantic going between us. We're best friends, hunting buddies.

"If we didn't have so many kids," I quickly add. Not our kids, our siblings. My two brothers and sister, and Katniss' sister. And there are our mothers to look after as well.

"I never want to have kids," she says quiet harshly.

"I might. If I didn't live here."

"But you do."

"Forget it," I snap back.

Now that I think of it, our little fight was as stupid as hell. Though I wish that we did find some kind of way to get away with our families. That way, Katniss wouldn't have been up there trying to fight back tears.

"And for our boy tribute," Effie slips out a name then reads it out loud, "Peeta Mellark!"