My Little Sister Primrose I stretched as Mother flung open the curtains, revealing the early morning sun. Buttercup trailed in slowly, leaping up to my window ledge and sunbathing. I glared at the worlds most ugly cat before pulling myself out of bed. I thumped downstairs and to my surprise (Not!) Primrose, or Prim for short, was making breakfast out of a couple rabbits I shot yesterday and some berries we all went out foraging together for. Of course Prim's goat Lady, wasn't about to be overlooked so she very calmly let us milk her for a drink and goats cheese. Buttercup even chipped in, although he didn't know it. After killing some mice here and there, he trailed in some mint leaves. I was fully dressed in my hunting jacket, passed down by my Father, some loose grey trousers and my hunting boots. I brushed my long, thick brown hair into a braid before hugging Prim goodbye. "I'm gonna go collect some Basil leaves to put with breakfast." I explained. Prim and Mother nodded, focused on perfecting breakfast. I ran across District 12's dusty landscape until I got to the electric fence that parted me from home and my sweet, precious, lush green Forest that I knew so well and loved so much. But suddenly I heard a shout and to my horror spotted a group of Peacekeepers running angrily towards me!!