A/N;Okay finally a new story. Not very long but it's a start.

The Hunger Games doesn't belong to me in any way.

The bell rang, clear as day. It wan't the school bell, it was the alarm bell, if the mines ever exploded. I got up straight away, and ran to look for Prim, desperate to see what had happened.

I found her class and barged in without permission. It wasn't needed anyway. The classroom was a frenzy of children running after each other, obviously scared and confused. I saw her sitting at a desk quietly, eyes wide, scanning the room. I collected her and we made our way to the mines, elbowing people out of the way.

When we arrived it was crowded, but we saw Mom at the fence, staring into the dark abyss of the mines. She flinched when I put my hand on her shoulder and then pulled Prim and I into a hug that was almost suffocating. I settled on the floor in front of the fence and waited.

We could only wait. I looked up hopefully as more men were lifted from the mines alive, only to see that none of them were my father. Strangers put blankets around me and handed me hot choclate. It didn't help. I wasn't a child. 11 years old! Practically a teenager. But people continued to try distract me.

It was the small hours of the morning when the final men were lifted up. One of the men, who knew my father well, came up to us. He looked miserable, cold and hungry. "Sorry... for your loss" He said regretably. That was all it took to make my world come crashing down. My heart smashed and I felt like crying, and never stopping. But I had to stay strong... For Prim.