It's back. That retched day, the day two children are dragged off to be killed.
It's Reaping Day. My first reaping day…what will happen? Katniss wouldn't let me take any tesserae, so I don't have to worry right? I wouldn't, except that it's not me that I'm worried about.
I get ready to go to my first reaping with these thoughts swirling in my mind. I wish for a moment that I could be a little kid again and not have to worry so much. Twelve is awfully young to start worrying for your life, and the lives of the people you love. I can't let Katniss see this though. She means too much to me, and she has enough to think about. At the age of sixteen she has her name entered 20 times. I've only been entered once. It would be selfish of me to let her see me worry like this.
When both of us are ready and dressed I can't help but smile. "You look beautiful" I tell her. "And not at all like myself" she replies, hugging me. She really does look beautiful. She is wearing one of mothers old apothecary dresses and even let her braid her hair. It's been so long since she let mother do anything for her. After father died she was never the same. Katniss has never fully forgiven her for that. "Tuck in your tail little duck" Katniss says, tucking in my blouse. I giggle quacking at her. It almost makes me forget about what we have gotten all dressed up for. Almost.
At one we finally head off to the square. Camera crews and peacekeepers flood the area, adding a gloomy feel to the place. Sometimes I wonder why they even bother televising our reaping. Every year we end up the laughing stock of the capital with our sole drunk victor, Haymitch Aberforth, and starving tributes. I slowly walk back to the twelve year old section to listen to the mayor's speech, or rather pretend to listen. Eventually Effie Trinket stands up to read the names of our new tributes. She is quickly intercepted however by a drunken Haymitch who tries to hug her. I giggle to myself and earn some strange looks from the people around me. Right. No one laughs on a day like this.
As Effie reaches into the glass ball to pick a female tribute my heart beats quickly. Not Katniss. Anyone but her. Please, spare my sister. With a flick of her wrist she unfolds the small piece of paper and announces the name. "Primrose Everdeen!" I stand completely still for a few moments. What? How could this have happened, the odds were completely in my favor. I guess it didn't matter. I walk stiffly up to the stage hearing the murmurs of the crowd. I want to cry, but I keep strong holding to the truth that at least my sister would be safe.
"I volunteer!" The cry rings out through the now deadly quiet crowd. I already know who the voice belongs to. "Katniss, no!" I scream, losing all of my strength. I try desperately to keep her from the stage, but she pushes me behind her telling Effie her name. "No Katniss! Don't go! No!" I scream holding on to my sister. She calmly tells me "Prim. Let go." I kick and struggle but I am carried away by Gale. The world goes black and fuzzy, and the last thing I see is all of District twelve saying goodbye….Goodbye.
Hello! This is my first story so no hate please! I really wanted to write a story about Prim and her experience watching Katniss go through the games. Reviews are really appreciated! Again, please no hate, but any constructive criticism is welcome! :)