"Primrose Everdeen!" Effie seems as happy and as bubbly as ever to send my sister to her death. I feel as if a bomb had wiped out my whole world. Then I see her, making her way out of the crowd and walking in-between two Peacekeepers. My eyes grow wide and I react. "I volunteer!" I gasp. "I volunteer as tribute" Suddenly I realized another voice in turn with mine. I look over at Katniss. We step out of our crowd and taking eachother's hands, she walk up to the stage. I can almost hear the excited yet confused whispers back at the Capital. 25 tributes this year, not 24! The twin sisters from district 12! I hear Prim screeching behind us. "Colleen! Katniss! NO!" I unravel my hand from Katniss's as if to run to her. But my 2 minute older sister grabs my arm as if she read my mind. I look around and realize Effie is not on stage. The old wooden boards are coated with puke, and I see Haymitch staggering back and forth. I wrinkle my nose. This is our great mentor? I straighten up as Effie makes her way out of The Justice Building away holding a letter. It's stamped with the mark of the Capital. She opens up and her eyes dart across the paper. Effie grabs the mic and begins to talk into it. "The Capital is going to allow this!" She says with a smile. Give it up for our female tributes "Katniss and Colleen Everdeen!" I zone out for the rest but snap back as Effie calls out Peeta Mellark. Me and Katniss look at eachother. My eyes close and the memory of the boy and the bread comes to mind. Katniss and I running home with the loafs. You could say Peeta gave us life itself. I was 12 then. 4 years later, I blush whenever I see his face. Our goodbyes are quick. Matching mockingjay pins from Madge, Gales gives me a hug, then talks to Katniss. I hug Prim right as she comes in. My sister and my mother join. Katniss goes over the important things to Mother as I rock Prim in my lap. I promise them I will try to win, and Katniss will to. But they know as well as I do. Only one comes out. We board the train and are invited to dinner. I refuse. Instead, I stare out the window and watch district 12 get smaller and smaller.