"Prim! Prim!" I hear a boy say while shaking me. I am extremely dizzy, and wish the boy would come back later.
"Is she dead", Rue cried. "No, we would of heard her cannon." "But, you did." I think to myself. I slowly open my eyes.
Rue and Peeta's shoulders relax. "Am I dead?" I ask. "No, but she is." Peeta points to the girl Glimmer who had a knife through her chest.
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That, was her cannon?" I asked. "Yeah, and guess what." Peeta smiles. "What?" I answer. Peeta walks over to Glimmer and turns her over onto her back.
Strapped to her is a bow and arrows. A smile lights my face. "No way!" "Yes way" Rue laughs happily. I take them off of her and put them on me.
We walk back to the cave, and this time they make sure they don't walk too fast. "Hey Rue" I ask. "What happened to your face?"
"Oh, when we heard you scream we ran really fast and I tripped over a log ." " Really wish had a first aid kit." Peeta says. Right then, one comes down.
"We must have some sponsors we really like us," I grin.
Peeta runs over and gets it. "We'll get us all fixed up when we get to the cave." he smiles.
That first aid kit went fast! Rue got some gauz wrapped around her forehead, I got some on pretty much every part of my body. (Hey at least I was still alive.)
And Peeta put some on some cuts he had here and there. Even though we were out of our first aid stuff we still had to the container all the stuff was in. We used it for collecting nuts and roots.
That night, even though I was so achy and homesick, I slept like a rock. Which was good, because that was the last night, I'd sleep in the cave. Well, the last time all of us would.
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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...
