« A cold wind walk through my mind.
Primerose Everdeen.
Yes, it's my name.
And ? »
-Primerose Everdeen ! Please come next to me.
My… my legs… they are parlyzed !
Somebody push me before, out of the crowd.
-Aaah, there you are. Please, come !
I advance, but I don't know why.
I stop.
No, I don't want to advance !
I search for Katniss.
She's here, just before mom.
I press toward Katniss, the only person in that world who i'm sure to love.
She opens her arms, and I run, run.
We cry, we scream.
« I volunteer ! I VOLUNTEER ! » she's screaming.
But no one move.
-Katniss… You're too old…
-I DON'T CARE !
-Katniss, it'll be fine ! I promise !
-No Prim, it's don't, I can't let you go !
-But you have to…
Two peaceful-man come to take me far away of Katniss, they drop me on the stage, next to a weird woman.
She's got fake eyelash, with a fake bee on.
Her dress is fake too, it's look like a… like a hive.
I don't like it.
I don't like the capitole too.
I don't like the reaping-day and I don't like the Hunger Games.
I'm Primerose Everdeen.
I'm 14 years,
And I'm a tribute of The Hunger Games.
May the odds be ever in my favor.