Back to the Games for the Mellarks (A Hunger Games Fan-Fiction)

I am Rue. I am twelve years old. Katniss and Peeta Mellark are my parents. I've been running from the president all my life. He has followed us from District to District, trying to kill my parents. I have learned over the years what they have done and why we must flee, but we cant get the capitol to go away or leave us alone, so instead it came to this.
The day was sunny, and I was out in the woods with my parents, it was reaping day. We were all sure that i would be picked, so we had been prepared for months, training, learning to hunt, and Haymitch helped me learn too. we had been talking, but i sort of zoned out, so i have no idea what we are talking about. My mother checked her golden watch, said to have been given to her by a man named plutarch, and told me it was time. I tucked in my duck tail and crawled under the fence to the square, and entered my first games. I stood next to my dear friend Emily and she squeezed my hand tight. First, as usual, and Effie reached into the glass sphere
"Emily Cartwright!" she shouts sounding pleased
But it's me I find stepping forward instead.