DigiWrites

In retrospect, Prim probably should’ve seen it coming. Getting picked on her 18th birthday, the year right before she could’ve been safe…this reeked of interference. Especially with Katniss, the girl who’d made the ultimate sacrifice, taking a leap of death to save Peeta. Who’d set the Capitol aflame, and not in the good way. More in the way of almost setting off a rebellion flame. 

After Kat had been sent off to die, Prim had had to toughen up. She learned to fight, to shoot, to climb. She knew that this would happen, mostly because the Capitol had a way of getting revenge, almost no matter what. But she had grown more confident that the Capitol wouldn’t come for her, until now. Her 18th fucking birthday. She had almost made it. Now, as she looked out across the crowd, no one was there. No one to shout “I volunteer as tribute!” to save her, only to have all her efforts screwed over by one little reaping. 

Prim swallowed. She kept her back straight and her face composed. She had to look strong enough to win. She had to.