Please not Katniss Everdeen. PLEASE not Katniss Everdeen.
"Primrose Everdeen"
Wait. What just happened? I didn't hear Katniss Everdeen. I heard...I HEARD PRIMROSE EVERDEEN! THAT'S ME!
I start walking to the stage as I think about how I'm the female tribute from District 12, that I will surely die. No. I stand corrected. Katniss is. She's running right for me, but I can't let her volunteer.
I walk toward the stage. Nice and easy. Last minute, I remember that I need to control the way my face looks. I wipe away any expressions that might be showing. I want a blank face. A face that no one can read. I picked up this strategy from Katniss. Whenever a reaping gets near, I see Katniss practicing this face.
I'm almost there, but Katniss is too. She pushes me away from the stage and tries to climb it herself. I grab onto her, unaware of anything else that I'm doing. Maybe I'm speaking, maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm crying, maybe I'm not. All that I know is that I'm thinking "Katniss. Please don't."
Suddenly, someone's grabbing me, pulling me away from Katniss, carrying me into the crowd. It's Gale. Of course it would be him. He would know that Katniss would rather risk her life than have me risk mine. But I think that she has the wrong idea. My name was drawn, not her's. This is my battle.
I watch as Katniss and Effie talk. Haymitch hugs Katniss, says that he likes her and then takes a head dive off the stage.
They draw the male tribute's name. It's Peeta Mellark. He takes the stage and no one volunteers to take his place. Katniss and Peeta shake hands.
They are escorted into the building, which will (after our goodbyes) lead to a train. Which will lead to the capitol. Which will lead to the arena. Which will most likely, lead to Katniss' death, and it's all my fault.