Colors: Prim
"Katniss, look!" I cry as I attempt to steer her over to the bakery. Using all my strength, I manage to drag her to the display window, but only because Katniss is subconsciously allowing me to. I press my nose against the frost-covered window. "They're so beautiful," I whisper. The cakes are decorated with amazing letters and flowers and delicate ropes of icing. But the best part, by far, are the breathtaking color blends on the cake. The colors are blindingly intense; so different from the always-present layer of gray coal dust in district twelve. I cannot contain myself. I am euphoric with joy, and it is all caused by these beautiful shades of blue, green, yellow, orange, and pink. I turn around, but my sister's attention is not focused on the display in the window. She is looking at something else. "Katniss, what is it?" I tentatively ask. "It's nothing, Prim, come on, let's go" She replies in a hostile tone. "But can't we stay just a little bit longer?" I plead. In response, Katniss hoists me onto her back and starts walking towards the school. I sigh in defeat, and allow myself to be carried further and further away from the beautiful colors.