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"I volunteer!"
Those two words rang in my ears and many other children from the district, echoing around the town square, it never was a place that anyone could call home, District 12. I knew who had spoken those words, and I knew I was to help Primrose keep her safe and away from the reaping stage, but my feet were fixed to the floor, it was like they were stuck underneath coal and rubble, just as the miners had all of those years ago in this district, their lives being stripped from them, just as mine was to be along with the girl, the girl with the mockingjay pin, the girl who is the love of my life, Katniss Everdeen, sister of Primrose Everdeen, it was her that was picked from the reaping, originally. Again, the Capitol would not care, they didn't care for all of those deaths in the coal mines, or the ones in the Games, nor would they about either of these young girls' lives. I could feel tears at the back of my eyes I strained as they came come forward, trying to push them away and show the Capitol no fear or lost hope from this District. My brain had frozen all of my thoughts were locked, my actions couldn't be felt from my body or maybe my body hadn't perceived the thoughts, as all I could think of was her life, was I to see her ever again? I had to be strong, show her that I would protect Prim, and keep her safe while she was away and maybe even longer. I ran toward Prim, grabbing her away from the Peacekeepers and Effie Trinket, the maddening woman dressed in bright colours that hurt your eyes as you lay eyes on them, her hair set in a trend never seen in District 12, probably due to it being so ridiculous, or the lack of money, in all families staving in the district, like a prison, but prisons are safer and warmer. Effie Trinket was sent from the Capitol to 'help' the tributes, in this case, my Katniss. Prim isn't making it easy for me, as I tear her off of Katniss' back she thrashes to save her sister, to hold her close, as I wish to. I try to speak to her, to say anything at all, but my throat starts to swell, as do my eyes as I hold back the tears, I don't know what to say. I am able to say a little amount of words as I choke on each one I say "Up you go, Catnip." As she hears this she turns around, toward the stage, I could see the struggle in her eyes, the fear of letting her family go, and the terror as she walks to her death. I want to follow her up there, volunteer also, to protect her as much as possible from the other, more experienced killers in the arena, and make sure she was home safely, but I promised, I promised her I would look after her family, no matter what.
People knew from then on this year's game would be far more different from the average Hunger Game, while I knew from that mini second, everything would change for the worse, for me and everyone else in this District. I looked around and my assumption was proven right, everyone was put to silence from this scene, instead of clapping, each and everyone had raised their arms into a three fingered salute, out of respect, to say goodbye to a loved one.