Somewhere in district twelve
_ POV

That morning I woke up with a start, my hand on my chest, it was the nightmare again, it was so vivid, so real. I remembered it well, too well, the explosion, the corps, the plague, the death, the horror of it all, and after that, nothing, that was it, everything just went black, and I was alone, just the way I liked it. But dwelling on the past would do me no good, so I decided it was time to sneak off and do what wildcats like myself do best, hunt.

I tossed away my covers, which were no more than tattered rags that father had stitched together long ago, and began my daily routine, I got up and changed into a black tank top that I was lucky enough to get for a bargain in the Hob, and over it I wore a leather hunting jacket, I pulled on some of mother's old riding pants and then slipped my feet into my new boots, which were already tattered from the abuses of the forest terrain.

I stepped carefully outside the small shack I called home and looked around quickly, once confirming that no one was there I made a quick dash towards the old not so electrified fence and quickly catapulted myself over it, not so much as breaking a sweat.

Once over the fence I ran for the woods, I knew that I would probably have to cut today's hunt short, it was reaping day after all.

After a few minuets I came to a small campsite, an area I called the retreat, it was the only thing I had besides my small hovel of a home, I jogged over to an old hollowed out stump and retrieved my home made bow and a leather quiver that held abut 12 or so of my special, hand crafted, arrows, a treasure that was quite valuable around here.

After about ten minuets I already knew I was having a good day, I had caught about 4 squirrels, and one, very plump, gosling, that had been flying overhead, I was just abut to strike down another squirrel when I was hit with a huge gust of air, and my ears picked up the unique sound of a hovercraft, it was time.

I quickly shot down the squirrel, grabbed it then ran, I ran until I reached my little wooden shack, once there I quickly stashed my kill in a small compartment hidden in the wall, I'll deal with it later, I thought.

I quickly stripped of my hunting clothes and pulled open my dresser drawer, revealing the only nice outfit I owned, a cute red dress with white polka dots, around the waist was a small brown, fabric belt, tied into a bow, I hastily threw it on and then prepared myself, for this was the year I volunteer, I was sure of it.

But in order for my plan to work I had to look innocent, I had to look weak, and frail, and harmless, the exact opposite of who I really was, I had managed to fool the entirety of district twelve so far, they thought I had an older sister named Vex, but I was Vex.

Vex was so posed to be 19, old enough that she doesn't participate in the reaping. Whenever I go hunting I must dress like Vex, Vex has a nice body, and isn't afraid to show it off, she has a fierce, fiery personality and a nasty mouth to boot, she was quite the vixen, she is very tall, to make her appear tall I must put lifts in my shoes, I'm tall for my age, but if I'm to play the part of Vex I need to be a giant.

However to pass myself off as Vex's younger sister, Melody, or Scout as I'm known to the locals, I must wear flats, and act sweet, shy, and innocent, I must make people believe that I am no one.

Today I was Scout, and Scout was about to shock the district, once I had the free on I took my bright red hair, out of its braid and let it hang loosely, down a good 4 inches past my ass. I combed my bangs so they covered my eyes, making my face visible only from the tip of the nose down, I was ready, and with that thought I left for the main square.

(Don't forget in this part Melody is acting very weak and frail, don't be deceived by her cuteness, and just so you don't get confused, Melody is who she really is she uses the name Melody or Mel to describe her true self and she uses the name Scout to describe her jittery, scary cat self)

It was crowded as usual and me, playing innocent, made sure to whimper and flinch whenever I was bumped into, when the lady at the front of the line asked for my hand to take blood, I shakily held it out and flinched both when she touched me and when she took the blood.

After that I shakily continued until I found my place in the crowd, after a few minuets Effie came out and did her whole Drabble on the history of the games and then finally said, "As usual, ladies first." Then proceeded to rummage around in the girls glass bowl until she grabbed a small white envelope and when she read the name my heart stopped in my chest, "Primrose Everdeen." Now more than ever I had to volunteer, I had to beat Katniss to it even if it killed me, so the instant the crowd went silent I uttered the words that had never been said in the history of district twelve, "I volunteer as tribute!"

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