"Katniss Everdeen."
The sound of these words break my heart, only sister was just reaped.I can't let her go,she's only twelve she's to young for this.
"I volunter!Please don"t send my sister."I scream at the top of my lungs,tears are streaming down my face as I look at Katniss and I can see the sadness clouding up her stormy grey eyes that I would do anything for. I walk up the stage I can feel my throut closing up, I know I won't becoming back,now that I think about it Katniss would have had a better chance at coming back than I do,she can use a bow, she can hunt, and she has killed, it's only animals but I couldn't even hurt a fly.
When I finaly reach the stage I am asked my name by our escort, Effie Trinket,"Whats your name?"
"Prim. My name is Primrose Everdeen."I stated giving a reasurring smile at my sister.
"I bet that was your sister,"she asks in her horrid capitol acent,"wasn't she."
"Yes she is,"is all i can say in fear of braking down and I don't want to do that ,not for me but for Katniss.
"OK well moving on to our male tribute."Effie walks over to the bowl on the other side of the stage with ever boy ages twelve through eighteen in district twelve in reaches in and pulls out the name and walks back over to the microphone.
"Peeta Mellark"
I reconize him as the youngest bakers son . He is normal height with a muscular build probily from lifting giant bags flour. Blonde shagy hair falls over his face slightly covering is eyes which are a shade of blue slightly darker than my own.
When no one volunters for him,which really isn't a surprise coming from district twelve, we are declared the tributes for the 74th hunger games and are to shake hands. I give him a smile which is returned with a smile of his own and a reasuring squeze and at that moment I realize somthing .That I will never be able to hurt this boy.