A/N This is my first fanfiction, and I really need to know if it sucks or not! can u plzzzzzz REVIEW? THX Sarah

I woke up to the plesant song of birds chirping when I realized I was late to go hunting with my best friend, Gale Hawthorne. "Shoot! I'm late!" I whispered silently to myself and rushed out the door and into the woods only to bump straight into Gale.

"Hey Catnip," he greeted cheerfully but I knew something was wrong by the scared look in his gray Seam eyes. Then it hit me. Today was the day of the reaping.

My thoughts immediatley wandered to Peeta Mellark, my forever crush since like, first grade. I remember the day when my mother decided to not be there to suport my family due to my father's death in a horrible mining accident, and she left me no other choice but to support the family. I wasn't so great at that, and we soon ended up starving. I was looking desperatley in the Mellarks bakery's trash cans when Peeta's mother shooed me away. Peeta saw the whole episode and purposley burned some bread and earned a smack fom his mother. He came out and threw it at me and nodded. And I have loved him ever since.

I was ashamed of myself to think of Peeta first. I was dead worried about Prim, my goodnatured sister, and she was the only person I was sure I loved besides Peeta and Gale. Prim only had one slip in but still, she had a chance to get picked into the torturous Hunger Games. Even if she did, she was too nice to even touch a gun. I winced at the thought of her losing because of her lack of violence. I was brought back to reality when Gale asked me what was wrong. "Catnip, I've been calling your name for 5 minutes and you haven't been responding at all. CATNIP!"

I blinked a couple times and replied, " I'm just realy worried about Prim and P- what if Prim gets picked?" Gale didn't know anything about Peeta, and I wanted it to stay that way.

He pursed his lips for a second and said in a reassuring tone, "Prim won't get picked, I'm sure about it. She only has one slip in! That's nothing compared to the 40, 50 slips other people have. I can almost guarantee that Prim won't get picked." I guess I felt a little better, but it didnt change that weird feeling in the pit on my stomach. I tried focusing on hunting, and we sold some squirrels at the black market, The Hob. Gale hugged me goodbye and I rushed back home to change into my reaping clothes.

Prim chirped a hello to me but that was all, she must be extremeley scared. "What's wrong little duck?" I used in the soft tone that I only used for my little Prim.

"I'm nervous Katniss, what if I get picked?" She looked up at me with the most frantic eyes I have ever seen in a very long time.

"It's alright Prim. You won't get picked." She realxed a little bit and I began to stroke her hair. I sat there for a few minutes and left to get changed. My mom laid out a pretty blue dress and some black ballet flats to go with it. I slipped them on, braided my hair and brought Prim with me into the town square, waiting for the annoying Effie Trinket to pick the two tributes already. I said goodbye to Prim and took my spot in line only to see a very nervous looking Peeta... He was wearing a neat blue shirt with dark pants and dressing shoes, and he looked very nice. I looked at his eyes last, and calming ocean of blue water...they were so beautiful. I was caught up in my fantasy when Effie trotted up the stage in 5 inch heels. She smacked her lips and started the boring history of how we should be thankful to the Capitol and how they saved all our lives.

I glanced at Gale and he mouthed," Yeah right," to me which made me chuckle. Then she stuck her hand in the glass bowl and pulled out a white slip. Effie carefully opened it and annouced the name we were all dying to know.

"Primrose Everdeen."

Did I hear hear her right? Or did I just imagine that Prim's name got pulled out. I felt the horror on my face come when I saw Prim scuffling to the stage. Instinctivley, I rushed up to go comfort Prim without even thinking about it. "Prim, it's alright," I whispered with fear. Then I felt a cold hand on my shoulder and I finally realized that Prim was getting reaped, and I was in the middle of her moment. Then I knew what I had to do. Prim was NOT going into the Hunger Games, and that could only mean one thing.

"I VOULUNTEER! I VOULUNTEER AS A TRIBUTE!"I screamed without even thinking.

"Katniss, No! Go back! Let ME GO!" Prim screamed and thrashed as Gale picked her up and took her back. Right now, I couldn't even feel anything. All I could focus on was my feet going up and down to meet Effie Trinket and to introduce myself in front of the whole District 12. I finally got up there when it felt like the walk was never going to end, and and Effie asked,

" What is your name?"

"Katniss Everdeen" I whispered, barely audible.

"Well, this is our female tribute for District 12!" Effie declared with a smile. I expected everyone to clap, but they did something I thought I would never imagine them to do in my whole life. Everyone looked at me with pain in their eyes and gave me three fingers, a sign of respect. My glance sweeped to Peeta, and he looked like he was on the verge of tears.

Peeta.

What if he gets picked? Would I have to kill him? How would we do on the train to the Capitol? Never ending questions were going on in my head when I saw Effie clear her throught and open the male tribute's slip. I needed to know and be assured that it wasn't Peeta, because if he got picked, today would get that much more worse.

"Peeta Mellark." Effie's voice was clear in my head, and the blood drained from my face as I saw him scoot up to the stage with me. Today was officially the worst day ever.

A/N Bad, Ok, GREAT? Please REVIEW! I want at least 3 before I move on because that would be kinda lame if I was writing a story and nobody read it... LOL THX -SARAH