I was so nervous. I knew all I had to do was walk and wave. But these people were the only way I would get special things in the arena.
My palms were sweating, and I felt embarresed about it since I was holding Peeta's hand. I thought I was going to vomit.
I needed all the help I could get. People that are 12 have never won the hunger games before. The youngest that ever won was 14.
And he got the most expensive gift ever. It was a trident. I couldn't barely watch that year.
The boy, Finnick, stabbed everyone that came near him. He also threw that thing really well. He never missed.
I think the reason he got the trident is because he was so beautiful. He had golden skin, Bronze hair, and his eyes were sea green. He was definitely a looker.
I snapped out of my thoughts and started shyly waving at people. "Come on," Peeta said smiling at me. "You look great, so feel great." I started waving more confidently, and even blew kisses. People pretended to catch it. I giggled.
Everyone loved Mine and Peeta's outfit. I never had all eyes on me before. I am usually a shy, laid back person. I never ever had an experiance like this, and never will again.
As the parade ended, I noticed the other tributes glaring at Peeta and me. They were jealous.
I most definitely have never had anyone be jealous of me. I have always been lower class. District 12 has always been looked down upon. We were the poorest district.
Peeta and I go back to our rooms, and I wiped off all the makeup. I cannot believe they would put this much on a twelve year old.
Tomorrow is more training, and I knew I needed as much rest as possible so I slip on my nightgown, get in my bed ,and close my eyes.
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The Hunger Games Are Not In Prim's Favor
FanfictionWhat would happen if the girl who couldn't even kill animals must go and kill other kids in an arena? Twelve year old Prim Everdeen is reaped to be in the Seventy Forth Hunger Games along with Peeta Mellark. She has many near death experiences whil...
