Peeta's Turn
"Peeta, todays the reaping. Get into to some decent clothes so people don't think you're from the Seam!" My mother says in a harsh tone. Oh great, she's in a bad mood. This is going to be a long day.
"Okay Mother." I reply heading up to my room to change. She's laid out a black jacket, with a white shirt and white pants. I quickly change look at myself in a mirror and frown. My hair is standing out to the sides on one half my head, the other has been ruffled up, and down, side to side. I grab a comb make it look presentable. Then I wonder about Katniss… I do it almost everyday, pretending that she'll look at me and if she actually does that, I pretend that she knows who I am. To her I'm no more than just another merchant kid I bet. I sigh and return downstairs.
"Oh good, you're just in time you lazy boy, it took you long enough to get changed." My mother shouts at me then shoves me out the door where I see my brothers and my father. We walk over to them then continue on towards the square. It's a big space, but the population of District 12 is bigger. When it was built, it was made for 5,000 people or so, not District 12's current population of 9,000. Oh well, we were all used to the shoving anyways. I'm put into a pen with all the other 16 year olds. I spot Katniss looking at a boy who is 18, in the same area with my brother. I recognize him I can't tell if it's from school, or if I've heard the girls I sometimes hang out with talk about him. Probably both, anyway I think his name is Gale. She's mouthing something to him, I see him laugh silently. Effie Trinket bounces on stage. Her pink wig shifted while she was bouncing, so now it's uneven. As she reaches the podium she says the Hunger Games slogan.
"Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor!" She says a little too enthusiastically. "Alright let's begin, as always Ladies First." She says. I hope to myself it's not Katniss. It's not Katniss, though it might as well be, it's her little sister Primrose, Prim for short.
"I volunteer, I volunteer as tribute!" she says. The despair in her voice. Oh no! Not her! I quietly mourn to myself while Effie tries to figure out the volunteering method. The thing that jolts me back into the real world is when Effie Trinket calls my name. I snap my head head wondering why she would call my name. I finally get it, My name has been called for the reaping. I am going into the arena, I have to kill Katniss.