"How on earth could she do this?" I ask my mom this as sit in the living room, watching Katniss talk to Caesar. My mom only shakes her head, crying while looking at the T.V screen, where Katniss's beautiful dress is shining. The only thing I notice, however, is the mind behind those eyes of hers. I can tell she is acting. Not one thing she is saying she actually means.
To think Katniss, the socially awkward and rough girl who is my sister and best friend, sacrificed herself for me. The moment Effie called my name, I was so scared. But then, I heard Katniss's voice. Immediately, I was soothed, but only for a second. For I then registered what she was saying. She wanted to volunteer for me.
So naturally, I started screaming my heart out. "NO KATNISS! DON'T!" But despite my protests, they let Katniss go in place of me. In district 12. You don't just volunteer for someone. No one ever does that. Its insane, and almost a taboo. Why Katniss would is an enigma to most people. But not for me. I know inside my heart that Katniss loves me. And I will always love her.
After the interviews on the T.V, I go upstairs to Katniss's room, and start tearing her blankets and clothes apart. Why do I get to live, and she is doomed to die. I ransack her room, ripping her pillows, spreading feathers everywhere. I throw down a lamp and start smashing it against the floor, cutting my hands. Pulling out every drawer in her dresser, I strew her clothes all over the room.
I then get to her jewelry box on top of her dresser, and open it up. I first grab a silver locket and toss it on the floor. Grabbing a nice pearl necklace from district 4, I hold it with two hands and break it apart, spilling the pearls all over the place. Finally, I grab a bunch of plain chrome rings and start hurling them out the window, as far as I can. Finally, the anger wirth me just collapses, and I fall down with it.
As I am on the ground, looking at the mess her room is, I see the locket again, a beam of sunlight hitting it. I look more closely, and see a picture of me and her in it, smiling. That was the one day she took me out to the woods, to show me her natural territory. She was so swift and elegant, taking down so many poor animals that could feed our family for a week. And with that, I realize something. Katniss will not die. I am sure of it. She is resourceful, smart, and strong.
And I know for a fact.
The odds are in her favor
