the hunger games uk
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Praise for the Hunger Games Trilogy:
I was so obsessed with this book . . .
The Hunger Games is amazing
Stephenie Meyer
As close to a perect adventure novel
as Ive ever read
Rick Riordan
Terriying and exhilarating
Sunday Telegraph
Stunning
The Times
Constant suspense . . . I couldnt stop reading
Stephen King
Endlessly entertaining
L.A. Times
Brilliantly plotted and perectly pacedJohn Green, New York Times
One o the best written and most thought-provoking
books Ive read or a long time
Anthony Horowitz
Rip-roaring, bare-knuckle adventure
o the best kind
The Times
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For James Proimos
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Part IThe Tributes
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When I wake up, the other side o the bed is cold. My
ingers stretch out, seeking Prims warmth but inding
only the rough canvas cover o the mattress. She must
have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother.
O course she did. This is the day o the reaping.
I prop mysel up on one elbow. Theres enough
light in the bedroom to see them. My little sister, Prim,
curled up on her side, cocooned in my mothers body,
their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my motherlooks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down.
Prims ace is as resh as a raindrop, as lovely as the
primrose or which she was named. My mother was
very beautiul once, too. Or so they tell me.
Sitting at Prims knees, guarding her, is the worlds
ugliest cat. Mashed-in nose, hal o one ear missing,
eyes the colour o rotting squash. Prim named him
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Buttercup, insisting that his muddy yellow coat
matched the bright lower. He hates me. Or at least
distrusts me. Even though it was years ago, I think hestill remembers how I tried to drown him in a bucket
when Prim brought him home. Scrawny kitten, belly
swollen with worms, crawling with leas. The last
thing I needed was another mouth to eed. But Prim
begged so hard, cried even, I had to let him stay. It
turned out OK. My mother got rid o the vermin and
hes a born mouser. Even catches the occasional rat.
Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I eed Buttercup the
entrails. He has stopped hissing at me.
Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever
come to love.
I swing my legs o the bed and slide into my
hunting boots. Supple leather that has moulded to my
eet. I pull on trousers, a shirt, tuck my long dark braid
up into a cap, and grab my orage bag. On the table,
under a wooden bowl to protect it rom hungry ratsand cats alike, sits a perect little goats cheese wrapped
in basil leaves. Prims git to me on reaping day. I put
the cheese careully in my pocket as I slip outside.
Our part o District 12, nicknamed the Seam, is
usually crawling with coal miners heading out to the
morning shit at this hour. Men and women with
hunched shoulders, swollen knuckles, many o whom
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out o District 12. Inside the woods they roam reely,
and there are added concerns like venomous snakes,
rabid animals, and no real paths to ollow. But theresalso ood i you know how to ind it. My ather knew
and he taught me some ways beore he was blown to
bits in a mine explosion. There was nothing let o him
to bury. I was eleven then. Five years later, I still wake
up screaming or him to run.
Even though trespassing in the woods is illegal and
poaching carries the severest o penalties, more people
would risk it i they had weapons. But most are not
bold enough to venture out with just a knie. My bow
is a rarity, crated by my ather along with a ew others
that I keep well hidden in the woods, careully wrapped
in waterproo covers. My ather could have made good
money selling them, but i the oicials ound out he
would have been publicly executed or inciting a
rebellion. Most o the Peacekeepers turn a blind eye to
the ew o us who hunt because theyre as hungry orresh meat as anybody is. In act, theyre among our best
customers. But the idea that someone might be arming
the Seam would never have been allowed.
In the autumn, a ew brave souls sneak into the
woods to harvest apples. But always in sight o the
Meadow. Always close enough to run back to the
saety o District 12 i trouble arises. District Twelve.
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Where you can starve to death in saety, I mutter.
Then I glance quickly over my shoulder. Even here,
even in the middle o nowhere, you worry someonemight overhear you.
When I was younger, I scared my mother to death,
the things I would blurt out about District 12, about
the people who rule our country, Panem, rom the ar-
o city called the Capitol. Eventually I understood
this would only lead us to more trouble. So I learned
to hold my tongue and to turn my eatures into an
indierent mask so that no one could ever read my
thoughts. Do my work quietly in school. Make only
polite small talk in the public market. Discuss little
more than trades in the Hob, which is the black market
where I make most o my money. Even at home, where
I am less pleasant, I avoid discussing tricky topics. Like
the reaping, or ood shortages, or the Hunger Games.
Prim might begin to repeat my words, and then where
would we be?In the woods waits the only person with whom I
can be mysel. Gale. I can eel the muscles in my ace
relaxing, my pace quickening as I climb the hills to
our place, a rock ledge overlooking a valley. A thicket
o berry bushes protects it rom unwanted eyes. The
sight o him waiting there brings on a smile. Gale says
I never smile except in the woods.
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Hey, Catnip, says Gale. My real name is Katniss,
but when I irst told him, I had barely whispered it. So
he thought Id said Catnip. Then when this crazy lynxstarted ollowing me around the woods looking or
handouts, it became his oicial nickname or me. I
inally had to kill the lynx because he scared o game.
I almost regretted it because he wasnt bad company.
But I got a decent price or his pelt.
Look what I shot. Gale holds up a loa o bread
with an arrow stuck in it, and I laugh. Its real bakery
bread, not the lat, dense loaves we make rom our
grain rations. I take it in my hands, pull out the arrow,
and hold the puncture in the crust to my nose, inhaling
the ragrance that makes my mouth lood with saliva.
Fine bread like this is or special occasions.
Mm, still warm, I say. He must have been at the
bakery at the crack o dawn to trade or it. What did
it cost you?
Just a squirrel. Think the old man was eelingsentimental this morning, says Gale. Even wished
me luck.
Well, we all eel a little closer today, dont we? I
say, not even bothering to roll my eyes. Prim let us a
cheese. I pull it out.
His expression brightens at the treat. Thank you,
Prim. Well have a real east. Suddenly he alls into a
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Capitol accent as he mimics Eie Trinket, the
maniacally upbeat woman who arrives once a year to
read out the names at the reaping. I almost orgot!Happy Hunger Games! He plucks a ew blackberries
rom the bushes around us. And may the odds He
tosses a berry in a high arc towards me.
I catch it in my mouth and break the delicate skin
with my teeth. The sweet tartness explodes across my
tongue. be everin your avour! I inish with equal
verve. We have to joke about it because the alternative
is to be scared out o your wits. Besides, the Capitol
accent is so aected, almost anything sounds unny
in it.
I watch as Gale pulls out his knie and slices the
bread. He could be my brother. Straight black hair,
olive skin; we even have the same grey eyes. But were
not related, at least not closely. Most o the amilies
who work the mines resemble one another this way.
Thats why my mother and Prim, with their lighthair and blue eyes, always look out o place. They are.
My mothers parents were part o the small merchant
class that caters to oicials, Peacekeepers and the
occasional Seam customer. They ran an apothecary
shop in the nicer part o District 12. Since almost no
one can aord doctors, apothecaries are our healers.
My ather got to know my mother because on his
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I dont know how to respond. The idea is so
preposterous.
I we didnt have so many kids, he adds quickly.Theyre not our kids, o course. But they might as
well be. Gales two little brothers and a sister. Prim.
And you may as well throw in our mothers, too,
because how would they live without us? Who would
ill those mouths that are always asking or more? With
both o us hunting daily, there are still nights when
game has to be swapped or lard or shoelaces or wool,
still nights when we go to bed with our stomachs
growling.
I never want to have kids, I say.
I might. I I didnt live here, says Gale.
But you do, I say, irritated.
Forget it, he snaps back.
The conversation eels all wrong. Leave? How
could I leave Prim, who is the only person in the world
Im certain I love? And Gale is devoted to his amily.We cant leave, so why bother talking about it? And
even i we did . . . even i we did . . . where did this
stu about having kids come rom? Theres never been
anything romantic between Gale and me. When we
met, I was a skinny twelve-year-old, and although he
was only two years older, he already looked like a man.
It took a long time or us to even become riends, to
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stop haggling over every trade and begin helping each
other out.
Besides, i he wants kids, Gale wont have anytrouble inding a wie. Hes good-looking, hes strong
enough to handle the work in the mines, and he can
hunt. You can tell by the way the girls whisper about
him when he walks by in school that they want him. It
makes me jealous, but not or the reason people would
think. Good hunting partners are hard to ind.
What do you want to do? I ask. We can hunt,
ish or gather.
Lets ish at the lake. We can leave our poles and
gather in the woods. Get something nice or tonight,
he says.
Tonight. Ater the reaping, everyone is supposed to
celebrate. And a lot o people do, out o relie that their
children have been spared or another year. But at least
two amilies will pull their shutters, lock their doors,
and try to igure out how they will survive the painulweeks to come.
We do well. The predators ignore us on a day when
easier, tastier prey abounds. By late morning, we have
a dozen ish, a bag o greens and, best o all, a large
quantity o strawberries. I ound the patch a ew years
ago, but Gale had the idea to string mesh nets around
it to keep out the animals.
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On the way home, we swing by the Hob, the black
market that operates in an abandoned warehouse that
once held coal. When they came up with a moreeicient system that transported the coal directly rom
the mines to the trains, the Hob gradually took over
the space. Most businesses are closed by this time on
reaping day, but the black markets still airly busy. We
easily trade six o the ish or good bread, the other
two or salt. Greasy Sae, the bony old woman who sells
bowls o hot soup rom a large kettle, takes hal the
greens o our hands in exchange or a couple o
chunks o parain. We might do a tad better elsewhere,
but we make an eort to keep on good terms with
Greasy Sae. Shes the only one who can consistently be
counted on to buy wild dog. We dont hunt them on
purpose, but i youre attacked and you take out a dog
or two, well, meat is meat. Once its in the soup, Ill
call it bee, Greasy Sae says with a wink. No one in
the Seam would turn up their nose at a good leg owild dog, but the Peacekeepers who come to the Hob
can aord to be a little choosier.
When we inish our business at the market, we go
to the back door o the mayors house to sell hal the
strawberries, knowing he has a particular ondness or
them and can aord our price. The mayors daughter,
Madge, opens the door. Shes in my year at school.
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Being the mayors daughter, youd expect her to be a
snob, but shes all right. She just keeps to hersel. Like
me. Since neither o us really has a group o riends, weseem to end up together a lot at school. Eating lunch,
sitting next to each other at assemblies, partnering or
sports activities. We rarely talk, which suits us both
just ine.
Today her drab school outit has been replaced by
an expensive white dress, and her blonde hair is done
up with a pink ribbon. Reaping clothes.
Pretty dress, says Gale.
Madge shoots him a look, trying to see i its a
genuine compliment or i hes just being ironic. It is a
pretty dress, but she would never be wearing it
ordinarily. She presses her lips together and then smiles.
Well, i I end up going to the Capitol, I want to look
nice, dont I?
Now its Gales turn to be conused. Does she mean
it? Or is she messing with him? Im guessing thesecond.
You wont be going to the Capitol, says Gale
coolly. His eyes land on a small circular pin that adorns
her dress. Real gold. Beautiully crated. It could
keep a amily in bread or months. What can you
have? Five entries? I had six when I was just twelve
years old.
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Thats not her ault, I say.
No, its no ones ault. Just the way it is, says
Gale.Madges ace has become closed o. She puts the
money or the berries in my hand. Good luck,
Katniss.
You, too, I say, and the door closes.
We walk towards the Seam in silence. I dont like
that Gale took a dig at Madge, but hes right, o course.
The reaping system is unair, with the poor getting the
worst o it. You become eligible or the reaping the day
you turn twelve. That year, your name is entered once.
At thirteen, twice. And so on and so on until you
reach the age o eighteen, the inal year o eligibility,
when your name goes into the pool seven times. Thats
true or every citizen in all twelve districts in the entire
country o Panem.
But heres the catch. Say you are poor and starving,
as we were. You can opt to add your name more timesin exchange or tesserae. Each tessera is worth a meagre
years supply o grain and oil or one person. You may
do this or each o your amily members as well. So, at
the age o twelve, I had my name entered our times.
Once because I had to, and three times or tesserae or
grain and oil or mysel, Prim and my mother. In act,
every year I have needed to do this. And the entries are
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cumulative. So now, at the age o sixteen, my name
will be in the reaping twenty times. Gale, who is
eighteen and has been either helping or single-handedly eeding a amily o ive or seven years, will
have his name in orty-two times.
You can see why someone like Madge, who has
never been at risk o needing a tessera, can set him o.
The chance o her name being drawn is very slim
compared to those o us who live in the Seam. Not
impossible, but slim. And even though the rules were
set up by the Capitol, not the districts, certainly not
Madges amily, its hard not to resent those who dont
have to sign up or tesserae.
Gale knows his anger at Madge is misdirected. On
other days, deep in the woods, Ive listened to him rant
about how the tesserae are just another tool to cause
misery in our district. A way to plant hatred between
the starving workers o the Seam and those who can
generally count on supper; and thereby ensure we willnever trust one another. Its to the Capitols advantage
to have us divided among ourselves, he might say i
there were no ears to hear but mine. I it wasnt reaping
day. I a girl with a gold pin and no tesserae had not
made what Im sure she thought was a harmless
comment.
As we walk, I glance over at Gales ace, still
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smouldering underneath his stony expression. His
rages seem pointless to me, although I never say so. Its
not that I dont agree with him. I do. But what good isyelling about the Capitol in the middle o the woods?
It doesnt change anything. It doesnt make things air.
It doesnt ill our stomachs. In act, it scares o the
nearby game. I let him yell, though. Better he does it
in the woods than in the district.
Gale and I divide our spoils, leaving two ish, a
couple o loaves o good bread, greens, a ew handuls
o strawberries, salt, parain and a bit o money or
each o us.
See you in the square, I say.
Wear something pretty, he says latly.
At home, I ind my mother and sister are ready to
go. My mother wears a ine dress rom her apothecary
days. Prim is in my irst reaping outit, a skirt and
ruled blouse. Its a bit big on her, but my mother has
made it stay with pins. Even so, shes having troublekeeping the blouse tucked in at the back.
A tub o warm water waits or me. I scrub o the
dirt and sweat rom the woods and even wash my hair.
To my surprise, my mother has laid out one o her own
lovely dresses or me. A sot blue thing with matching
shoes.
Are you sure? I ask. Im trying to get past
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rejecting oers o help rom her. For a while, I was so
angry, I wouldnt allow her to do anything or me.
And this is something special. Her clothes rom herpast are very precious to her.
O course. Lets put your hair up, too, she says. I
let her towel-dry it and braid it up on my head. I can
hardly recognize mysel in the cracked mirror that
leans against the wall.
You look beautiul, says Prim in a hushed voice.
And nothing like mysel, I say. I hug her, because
I know these next ew hours will be terrible or her.
Her irst reaping. Shes about as sae as you can get,
since shes only entered once. I wouldnt let her take
out any tesserae. But shes worried about me. That the
unthinkable might happen.
I protect Prim in every way I can, but Im powerless
against the reaping. The anguish I always eel when
shes in pain wells up in my chest and threatens to
register on my ace. I notice her blouse has pulled outo her skirt in the back again and orce mysel to stay
calm. Tuck your tail in, little duck, I say, smoothing
the blouse back in place.
Prim giggles and gives me a small Quack.
Quack yoursel, I say with a light laugh. The kind
only Prim can draw out o me. Come on, lets eat, I
say and plant a quick kiss on the top o her head.
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The ish and greens are already cooking in a stew,
but that will be or supper. We decide to save the
strawberries and bakery bread or this evenings meal,to make it special, we say. Instead we drink milk rom
Prims goat, Lady, and eat the rough bread made rom
the tessera grain, although no one has much appetite
anyway.
At one oclock, we head or the square. Attendance
is mandatory unless you are on deaths door. This
evening, o icials will come around and check to see i
this is the case. I not, youll be imprisoned.
Its too bad, really, that they hold the reaping in the
square one o the ew places in District 12 that can be
pleasant. The squares surrounded by shops, and on
public market days, especially i theres good weather, it
has a holiday eel to it. But today, despite the bright
banners hanging on the buildings, theres an air o
grimness. The camera crews, perched like buzzards on
rootops, only add to the eect.People ile in silently and sign in. The reaping is a
good opportunity or the Capitol to keep tabs on the
population as well. Twelve- to eighteen-year-olds are
herded into roped areas marked o by ages, the oldest
in the ront, the young ones, like Prim, towards the
back. Family members line up around the perimeter,
holding tightly to one anothers hands. But there are
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others, too, who have no one they love at stake, or
who no longer care, who slip among the crowd,
taking bets on the two kids whose names will bedrawn. Odds are given on their ages, whether theyre
Seam or merchant, i they will break down and
weep. Most reuse dealing with the racketeers but
careully, careully. These same people tend to be
inormers, and who hasnt broken the law? I could be
shot on a daily basis or hunting, but the appetites o
those in charge protect me. Not everyone can claim
the same.
Anyway, Gale and I agree that i we have to choose
between dying o hunger and a bullet in the head, the
bullet would be much quicker.
The space gets tighter, more claustrophobic, as
people arrive. The squares quite large, but not enough
to hold District 12s population o about eight
thousand. Latecomers are directed to the adjacent
streets, where they can watch the event on screens asits televised live by the state.
I ind mysel standing in a clump o sixteens rom
the Seam. We all exchange terse nods, then ocus our
attention on the temporary stage that is set up beore
the Justice Building. It holds three chairs, a podium
and two large glass balls, one or the boys and one or
the girls. I stare at the paper slips in the girls ball.
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Twenty o them have Katniss Everdeen written on
them in careul handwriting.
Two o the three chairs ill with Madges ather,Mayor Undersee, whos a tall, balding man, and Eie
Trinket, District 12s escort, resh rom the Capitol with
her scary white grin, pinkish hair and spring green suit.
They murmur to each other and then look with concern
at the empty seat.
Just as the town clock strikes two, the mayor steps
up to the podium and begins to read. Its the same
story every year. He tells o the history o Panem, the
country that rose up out o the ashes o a place that was
once called North America. He lists the disasters, the
droughts, the storms, the ires, the encroaching seas
that swallowed up so much o the land, the brutal war
or what little sustenance remained. The result was
Panem, a shining Capitol ringed by thirteen districts,
which brought peace and prosperity to its citizens.
Then came the Dark Days, the uprising o the districtsagainst the Capitol. Twelve were deeated, the
thirteenth obliterated. The Treaty o Treason gave us
the new laws to guarantee peace and, as our yearly
reminder that the Dark Days must never be repeated, it
gave us the Hunger Games.
The rules o the Hunger Games are simple. In
punishment or the uprising, each o the twelve districts
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must provide one girl and one boy, called tributes, to
participate. The twenty-our tributes will be imprisoned
in a vast outdoor arena that could hold anything rom aburning desert to a rozen wasteland. Over a period o
several weeks, the competitors must ight to the death.
The last tribute standing wins.
Taking the kids rom our districts, orcing them to
kill one another while we watch this is the Capitols
way o reminding us how totally we are at their mercy.
How little chance we would stand o surviving another
rebellion. Whatever words they use, the real message is
clear. Look how we take your children and sacriice
them and theres nothing you can do. I you lit a
inger, we will destroy every last one o you. Just as we
did in District Thirteen.
To make it humiliating as well as torturous, the
Capitol requires us to treat the Hunger Games as a
estivity, a sporting event pitting every district against
the others. The last tribute alive receives a lie o easeback home, and their district will be showered with
prizes, largely consisting o ood. All year, the Capitol
will show the winning district gits o grain and oil
and even delicacies like sugar while the rest o us battle
starvation.
It is both a time or repentance and a time or
thanks, intones the mayor.
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Then he reads the list o past District 12 victors. In
seventy-our years, we have had exactly two. Only one
is still alive. Haymitch Abernathy, a paunchy, middle-aged man, who at this moment appears hollering
something unintelligible, staggers on to the stage, and
alls into the third chair. Hes drunk. Very. The crowd
responds with its token applause, but hes conused and
tries to give Eie Trinket a big hug, which she barely
manages to end o.
The mayor looks distressed. Since all o this is
being televised, right now District 12 is the laughing
stock o Panem, and he knows it. He quickly tries to
pull the attention back to the reaping by introducing
Eie Trinket.
Bright and bubbly as ever, Eie Trinket trots to the
podium and gives her signature, Happy Hunger
Games! And may the odds be everin your avour! Her
pink hair must be a wig because her curls have shited
slightly o-centre since her encounter with Haymitch.She goes on a bit about what an honour it is to be here,
although everyone knows shes just aching to get
bumped up to a better district where they have proper
victors, not drunks who molest you in ront o the
entire nation.
Through the crowd, I spot Gale looking back at me
with a ghost o a smile. As reapings go, this one at least
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has a slight entertainment actor. But suddenly I am
thinking o Gale and his orty-two names in that big
glass ball and how the odds are not in his avour. Notcompared to a lot o the boys. And maybe hes thinking
the same thing about me because his ace darkens and
he turns away. But there are still thousands o slips, I
wish I could whisper to him.
Its time or the drawing. Eie Trinket says as she
always does, Ladies irst! and crosses to the glass ball
with the girls names. She reaches in, digs her hand
deep into the ball, and pulls out a slip o paper. The
crowd draws in a collective breath and then you can
hear a pin drop, and Im eeling nauseous and so
desperately hoping that its not me, that its not me, that
its not me.
E ie Trinket crosses back to the podium, smoothes
the slip o paper, and reads out the name in a clear
voice. And its not me.
Its Primrose Everdeen.
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One time, when I was in a hide in a tree, waiting
motionless or game to wander by, I dozed o and ell
three metres to the ground, landing on my back. It was
as i the impact had knocked every wisp o air rom my
lungs, and I lay there struggling to inhale, to exhale, to
do anything.
Thats how I eel now, trying to remember how to
breathe, unable to speak, totally stunned as the name
bounces around the inside o my skull. Someone isgripping my arm, a boy rom the Seam, and I think
maybe I started to all and he caught me.
There must have been some mistake. This cant be
happening. Prim was one slip o paper in thousands!
Her chances o being chosen were so remote that Id
not even bothered to worry about her. Hadnt I done
everything? Taken the tesserae, reused to let her do
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the same? One slip. One slip in thousands. The odds
had been entirely in her avour. But it hadnt
mattered.Somewhere ar away, I can hear the crowd
murmuring unhappily, as they always do when a
twelve-year-old gets chosen, because no one thinks
this is air. And then I see her, the blood drained rom
her ace, hands clenched in ists at her sides, walking
with sti, small steps up towards the stage, passing me,
and I see the back o her blouse has become untucked
and hangs out over her skirt. Its this detail, the
untucked blouse orming a ducks tail, that brings me
back to mysel.
Prim! The strangled cry comes out o my throat,
and my muscles begin to move again. Prim! I dont
need to shove through the crowd. The other kids make
way immediately, allowing me a straight path to the
stage. I reach her just as she is about to mount the steps.
With one sweep o my arm, I push her behind me.I volunteer! I gasp. I volunteer as tribute!
Theres some conusion on the stage. District 12
hasnt had a volunteer in decades and the protocol has
become rusty. The rule is that once a tributes name
has been pulled rom the ball, another eligible boy, i a
boys name has been read, or girl, i a girls name has
been read, can step orward to take his or her place. In
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some districts, in which winning the reaping is such a
great honour, people are eager to risk their lives, and
the volunteering is complicated. But in District 12,where the word tribute is pretty much synonymous
with the word corpse, volunteers are all but extinct.
Lovely! says Eie Trinket. But I believe theres
a small matter o introducing the reaping winner and
then asking or volunteers, and i one does come orth
then we, um. . . She trails o, unsure hersel.
What does it matter? says the mayor. Hes
looking at me with a pained expression on his ace. He
doesnt know me really, but theres a aint recognition
there. I am the girl who brings the strawberries. The
girl his daughter might have spoken o on occasion.
The girl who ive years ago stood huddled with her
mother and sister, as he presented her, the oldest child,
with a medal o valour. A medal or her ather,
vaporized in the mines. Does he remember that?
What does it matter? he repeats gruly. Let hercome orward.
Prim is screaming hysterically behind me. Shes
wrapped her skinny arms around me like a vice. No,
Katniss! No! You cant go!
Prim, let go, I say harshly, because this is
upsetting me and I dont want to cry. When they
televise the replay o the reapings tonight, everyone
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will make note o my tears, and Ill be marked as an
easy target. A weakling. I will give no one that
satisaction. Let go!I can eel someone pulling her rom my back. I
turn and see Gale has lited Prim o the ground and
shes thrashing in his arms. Up you go, Catnip, he
says, in a voice hes ighting to keep steady, and then he
carries Prim o towards my mother. I steel mysel and
climb the steps.
Well, bravo! gushes Eie Trinket. Thats the
spirit o the Games! Shes pleased to inally have a
district with a little action going on in it. Whats your
name?
I swallow hard. Katniss Everdeen, I say.
I bet my buttons that was your sister. Dont want
her to steal all the glory, do we? Come on, everybody!
Lets give a big round o applause to our newest
tribute! trills Eie Trinket.
To the everlasting credit o the people o District12, not one person claps. Not even the ones holding
betting slips, the ones who are usually beyond caring.
Possibly because they know me rom the Hob, or knew
my ather, or have encountered Prim, whom no one
can help loving. So instead o acknowledging applause,
I stand there unmoving while they take part in the
boldest orm o dissent they can manage. Silence.
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Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All
o this is wrong.
Then something unexpected happens. At least, Idont expect it because I dont think o District 12 as a
place that cares about me. But a shit has occurred
since I stepped up to take Prims place, and now it
seems I have become someone precious. At irst one,
then another, then almost every member o the crowd
touches the three middle ingers o their let hand to
their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely
used gesture o our district, occasionally seen at
unerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it
means goodbye to someone you love.
Now I am truly in danger o crying, but ortunately
Haymitch chooses this time to come staggering across
the stage to congratulate me. Look at her. Look at this
one! he hollers, throwing an arm around my
shoulders. Hes surprisingly strong or such a wreck. I
like her! His breath reeks o liquor and its been a longtime since hes bathed. Lots o. . . He cant think o
the word or a while. Spunk! he says triumphantly.
More than you! He releases me and starts or the
ront o the stage. More than you! he shouts,
pointing directly into a camera.
Is he addressing the audience or is he so drunk he
might actually be taunting the Capitol? Ill never know
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because just as hes opening his mouth to continue,
Haymitch plummets o the stage and knocks himsel
unconscious.Hes disgusting, but Im grateul. With every
camera gleeully trained on him, I have just enough
time to release the small, choked sound in my throat
and compose mysel. I put my hands behind my back
and stare into the distance. I can see the hills I climbed
this morning with Gale. For a moment, I yearn or
something . . . the idea o us leaving the district . . .
making our way in the woods . . . but I know I was
right about not running o. Because who else would
have volunteered or Prim?
Haymitch is whisked away on a stretcher, and Eie
Trinket is trying to get the ball rolling again. What
an exciting day! she warbles as she attempts to
straighten her wig, which has listed severely to the
right. But more excitement to come! Its time to
choose our boy tribute! Clearly hoping to contain hertenuous hair situation, she plants one hand on her head
as she crosses to the ball that contains the boys names
and grabs the irst slip she encounters. She zips back to
the podium, and I dont even have time to wish or
Gales saety when shes reading the name. Peeta
Mellark.
Peeta Mellark!
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Oh, no, I think. Not him. Because I recognize this
name, although I have never spoken directly to its
owner. Peeta Mellark.No, the odds are not in my avour today.
I watch him as he makes his way towards the stage.
Medium height, stocky build, ashy blond hair that alls
in waves over his orehead. The shock o the moment
is registering on his ace, you can see his struggle to
remain emotionless, but his blue eyes show the alarm
Ive seen so oten in prey. Yet he climbs steadily on to
the stage and takes his place.
Eie Trinket asks or volunteers, but no one steps
orward. He has two older brothers, I know, Ive seen
them in the bakery, but one is probably too old now to
volunteer and the other wont. This is standard. Family
devotion only goes so ar or most people on reaping
day. What I did was the radical thing.
The mayor begins to read the long, dull Treaty o
Treason as he does every year at this point itsrequired but Im not listening to a word.
Why him? I think. Then I try to convince mysel it
doesnt matter. Peeta Mellark and I are not riends. Not
even neighbours. We dont speak. Our only real
interaction happened years ago. Hes probably orgotten
it. But I havent and I know I never will. . .
It was during the worst time. My ather had been
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killed in the mine accident three months earlier in the
bitterest January anyone could remember. The
numbness o his loss had passed, and the pain would hitme out o nowhere, doubling me over, racking my
body with sobs. Where are you? I would cry out in my
mind. Where have you gone? O course, there was never
any answer.
The district had given us a small amount o money
as compensation or his death, enough to cover one
month o grieving, ater which time my mother would
be expected to get a job. Only she didnt. She didnt do
anything but sit propped up in a chair or, more oten,
huddled under the blankets on her bed, eyes ixed on
some point in the distance. Once in a while, shed stir,
get up as i moved by some urgent purpose, only to
then collapse back into stillness. No amount o pleading
rom Prim seemed to aect her.
I was terriied. I suppose now that my mother was
locked in some dark world o sadness, but at the time,all I knew was that I had lost not only a ather, but a
mother as well. At eleven years old, with Prim just
seven, I took over as head o the amily. There was no
choice. I bought our ood at the market and cooked it
as best I could and tried to keep Prim and mysel
looking presentable. Because i it had become known
that my mother could no longer care or us, the district
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would have taken us away rom her and placed us in
the community home. Id grown up seeing those home
kids at school. The sadness, the marks o angry handson their aces, the hopelessness that curled their
shoulders orward. I could never let that happen to
Prim. Sweet, tiny Prim who cried when I cried
beore she even knew the reason, who brushed and
plaited my mothers hair beore we let or school,
who still polished my athers shaving mirror each
night because hed hated the layer o coal dust that
settled on everything in the Seam. The community
home would crush her like a bug. So I kept our
predicament a secret.
But the money ran out and we were slowly starving
to death. Theres no other way to put it. I kept telling
mysel i I could only hold out until May, just the
eighth o May, I would turn twelve and be able to sign
up or the tesserae and get that precious grain and oil to
eed us. Only there were still several weeks to go. Wecould well be dead by then.
Starvations not an uncommon ate in District 12.
Who hasnt seen the victims? Older people who cant
work. Children rom a amily with too many to eed.
Those injured in the mines. Straggling through the
streets. And one day, you come upon them sitting
motionless against a wall or lying in the Meadow, you
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hear the wails rom a house, and the Peacekeepers are
called in to retrieve the body. Starvation is never the
cause o death oicially. Its always the lu, or exposure,or pneumonia. But that ools no one.
On the aternoon o my encounter with Peeta
Mellark, the rain was alling in relentless icy sheets. I
had been in town, trying to trade some threadbare old
baby clothes o Prims in the public market, but there
were no takers. Although I had been to the Hob on
several occasions with my ather, I was too rightened
to venture into that rough, gritty place alone. The rain
had soaked through my athers hunting jacket, leaving
me chilled to the bone. For three days, wed had
nothing but boiled water with some old dried mint
leaves Id ound in the back o a cupboard. By the time
the market closed, I was shaking so hard I dropped my
bundle o baby clothes in a muddy puddle. I didnt pick
it up or ear I would keel over and be unable to regain
my eet. Besides, no one wanted those clothes.I couldnt go home. Because at home was my
mother with her dead eyes and my little sister, with her
hollow cheeks and cracked lips. I couldnt walk into
that room with the smoky ire rom the damp branches
I had scavenged at the edge o the woods ater the coal
had run out, my hands empty o any hope.
I ound mysel stumbling along a muddy lane
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behind the shops that serve the wealthiest townspeople.
The merchants live above their businesses, so I was
essentially in their back gardens. I remember theoutlines o garden beds not yet planted or the spring,
a goat or two in a pen, one sodden dog tied to a post,
hunched deeated in the muck.
All orms o stealing are orbidden in District 12.
Punishable by death. But it crossed my mind that there
might be something in the rubbish bins, and those
were air game. Perhaps a bone at the butchers or
rotted vegetables at the grocers, something no one but
my amily was desperate enough to eat. Unortunately,
the bins had just been emptied.
When I passed the bakers, the smell o resh bread
was so overwhelming I elt dizzy. The ovens were in
the back, and a golden glow spilled out o the open
kitchen door. I stood mesmerized by the heat and the
luscious scent until the rain interered, running its icy
ingers down my back, orcing me back to lie. I litedthe lid to the bakers rubbish bin and ound it spotlessly,
heartlessly bare.
Suddenly a voice was screaming at me and I looked
up to see the bakers wie, telling me to move on and
did I want her to call the Peacekeepers and how sick
she was o having those brats rom the Seam pawing
through her rubbish. The words were ugly and I had
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no deence. As I careully replaced the lid and backed
away, I noticed him, a boy with blond hair peering out
rom behind his mothers back. Id seen him at school.He was in my year, but I didnt know his name. He
stuck with the town kids, so how would I? His mother
went back into the bakery, grumbling, but he must
have been watching me as I made my way behind the
pen that held their pig and leaned against the ar side o
an old apple tree. The realization that Id have nothing
to take home had inally sunk in. My knees buckled
and I slid down the tree trunk to its roots. It was too
much. I was too sick and weak and tired, oh, so tired.
Let them call the Peacekeepers and take us to the community
home, I thought. Or better yet, let me die right here in the
rain.
There was a clatter in the bakery and I heard the
woman screaming again and the sound o a blow, and
I vaguely wondered what was going on. Feet sloshed
towards me through the mud and I thought, Its her.Shes coming to drive me away with a stick. But it wasnt
her. It was the boy. In his arms, he carried two large
loaves o bread that must have allen into the ire
because the crusts were scorched black.
His mother was yelling, Feed it to the pig, you
stupid creature! Why not? No one decent will buy
burned bread!
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He began to tear o chunks rom the burned parts
and toss them into the trough, and the ront bakery
bell rung and the mother disappeared to help acustomer.
The boy never even glanced my way, but I was
watching him. Because o the bread, because o the red
weal that stood out on his cheekbone. What had she
hit him with? My parents never hit us. I couldnt even
imagine it. The boy took one look back at the bakery
as i checking that the coast was clear, then, his
attention back on the pig, he threw a loa o bread in
my direction. The second quickly ollowed, and he
sloshed back to the bakery, closing the kitchen door
tightly behind him.
I stared at the loaves in disbelie. They were ine,
perect really, except or the burned areas. Did he mean
or me to have them? He must have. Because there
they were at my eet. Beore anyone could witness
what had happened I shoved the loaves up under myshirt, wrapped the hunting jacket tightly about me, and
walked switly away. The heat o the bread burned into
my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to lie.
By the time I reached home, the loaves had cooled
somewhat, but the insides were still warm. When I
dropped them on the table, Prims hands reached to
tear o a chunk, but I made her sit, orced my mother
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to join us at the table, and poured warm tea. I scraped
o the black stu and sliced the bread. We ate an entire
loa, slice by slice. It was good hearty bread, illed withraisins and nuts.
I put my clothes to dry at the ire, crawled into
bed, and ell into a dreamless sleep. It didnt occur to
me until the next morning that the boy might have
burned the bread on purpose. Might have dropped the
loaves into the lames, knowing it meant being
punished, and then delivered them to me. But I
dismissed this. It must have been an accident. Why
would he have done it? He didnt even know me. Still,
just throwing me the bread was an enormous kindness
that would have surely resulted in a beating i
discovered. I couldnt explain his actions.
We ate slices o bread or breakast and headed to
school. It was as i spring had come overnight. Warm
sweet air. Fluy clouds. At school, I passed the boy in
the hall; his cheek had swelled up and his eye hadblackened. He was with his riends and didnt
acknowledge me in any way. But as I collected Prim
and started or home that aternoon, I ound him
staring at me rom across the school yard. Our eyes met
or only a second, then he turned his head away. I
dropped my gaze, embarrassed, and thats when I
saw it. The irst dandelion o the year. A bell went o
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in my head. I thought o the hours spent in the
woods with my ather and I knew how we were going
to survive.To this day, I can never shake the connection
between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that
gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me
that I was not doomed. And more than once, I have
turned in the school hallway and caught his eyes
trained on me, only to quickly lit away. I eel like I
owe him something, and I hate owing people. Maybe
i I had thanked him at some point, Id be eeling less
conlicted now. I thought about it a couple o times,
but the opportunity never seemed to present itsel.
And now it never will. Because were going to be
thrown into an arena to ight to the death. Exactly
how am I supposed to work in a thank-you in there?
Somehow it just wont seem sincere i Im trying to slit
his throat.
The mayor inishes the dreary Treaty o Treasonand motions or Peeta and me to shake hands. His are
as solid and warm as those loaves o bread. Peeta looks
me right in the eye and gives my hand what I think is
meant to be a reassuring squeeze. Maybe its just a
nervous spasm.
We turn back to ace the crowd as the anthem o
Panem plays.
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Oh, well, I think. There will be twenty-four of us. Odds
are someone else will kill him before I do.
O course, the odds have not been very dependableo late.