I wake up sweating profusely tense and with an inevitable feeling of dread . Of course since that summer 24 years ago I'm always tense but today as it is for all us victors is the day that puts us all at a steady unease . The worst day in what is in all fairness a pretty miserable year here in 12 and in most of the districts come to think of it if what chaff Beetee and Finnick have told me. All however is forgotten today. Because today everyone seam and merchant ,District 12 to district 3 has one fear. Because today is reaping day.
12:15 PM Victors Village
74th Hunger Games Reaping Day
I sit alone and isolated in my solitary house in victors village and stare at the immaculate green that runs along the equally beautiful house in victors villiage. In seventy four years only two have ever been lived in. In an hour and forty five minutes I will see which two kids will be joining me on my yearly trip to the Capitol . Only despite the Capitols brainwashing about it being a noble and sacrificial event and a chance and riches we all know that these two kids aren't coming home again. I know it they know it their parents know it Snow knows it. And judging by my recent amount of sponsor support the people of the Capitol know it. I can't face this reaping alone and I hate myself for it as I do every year returning from the Capitol looking into the eyes of two sets of grieving parents. However I do it every year and it don't make the kids get any less chance ,their usually dead by the time the first tributes reach the cornucopia. I reach for a bottle sigh and drink. "Happy Hunger Games" I chuckle "And may the odds be ever in your favour"
2:06 PM The district 12 square
74th Hunger games reaping day
I'm drunk . Again. Another reaping day two more dead kids and I'm numb as them funny Capitol people are when they have dentist treatment. Here in 12 we rip the tooth and hope it grows back . As I stumble to the stage I see Effie poor Effie who is a sweet person at heart but has been brainwashed like so many by the Capitol. Staggering across the stage I holler in a slurred voice "dental gas the Capitol are going nuts in 12 we wash up the sinkand smacvddbh" my voice trails off as I see Effie again and remember her sweetness . My addled drunken brain stumbles up and hugs her. Shocked she pushes me away and I slouch into my seat and wait for the dead girl to be called. As Effie pulls the slip I look at out at the terrified girls until Effie reads the name. "Primrose Everdeen". Everdeen .The name rings a bell my drunken mind can't remember how . I stop trying to figure out the connection when I see the girl. Short with blonde hair kind face petite and terrified. I can't help her she's a walking corpse dead at the bloodbath . everyone knows she has no chance . Nothing can be done for her now. A dark haired older girl runs from the crowd and with an anguished cry screams" PRIM". She's close to tears as peacekeepers hold her back. Then it occurs to me something can be done for Primrose Everdeen . Something never seen before In 12. No its impossible I sigh. But then it happens . In a flash the older girl rushes forward and gasps the unknown words.
"I Volunteer".
