This is a "what-if" story. What if Katniss didn't volunteer of going, instead of Prim? This fanfiction tells "what-if" that happened.


Chapter One

Silince flooded the crowd. Effie had just announced me going into the Hunger Games. Katniss, my sister, had tears running down her cheeks. I felt sad for her, I was leaving her. I didn't want to, I loved my family. What if I didn't survive, what if someone kills me? There was so many questions ringing in my head I was too afraid to ask my sister.

There was grief in my sister's eyes, but I knew she was strong enough to not cry or anything like that. And by cry, I meant whailing and stuff. The only way I knew she was crying right now was because she had tears flooding down her cheeks. It meant she really did feel sad, just because she isn't whailing or anything doesn't mean she doesn't feel bad for me.

Effie then read aloud the boy tribute, "...Gregory Shells!" Then, a boy about fourteen came out of the crowd. His messy brown hair was blowing in the wind. His face was pale, like he hasn't seen light in a long time, of course rarely any of us hasn't either. He looked like he was about to cry, but didn't. The crowd stared at us, wondering if we'll live.