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The woods are so peaceful. Despite the dangers, like being mauled to death by a wild dog, to me it is the safest place in district 12. I hunt, I laugh, and I smile in these woods, my home. Suddenly, a pair of hands grabs me.
"Gale, get off" I scream in delight. Those hands belong to my best friend Gale Hawthorne. He is tall, handsome and a great hunting partner. His hands can make me fell so wanted and loved, when he touches me it's like fire. But we are only best friends, nothing more.
"It's the reaping today, Catnip" he says casually "You nervous?"
"Hmm, yeah but its Prim I nervous for"
"She'll be fine. She has ONE slip. She won't get chosen"
We hunt for over an hour but only come back with two rabbits and some squirrels. Not much for trading but there's always (fingers crossed) tomorrow. After we've traded at the hob, we make our way home "wear something nice, Katniss "Gale smiles. He can't fool me though, it's a forced smile.
The sight of a clean dress awaits me. It's a pale blue dress that comes to my knees, I admire the fabric, and we could sell this for a few coins. "It used to be my dress, I would wear it as a child" My mother is watching me, "here let me do your hair". I let her, its surprising to both of us, but I let her. "You look beautiful". "It's time to go".
Let the 74th Hunger games begin.
I spot Gale as we walk in; he looks impassive and angry, as always. "Go on Prim; join the other 12yr olds". Her strong grip on my hand subsides. "It'll be okay, Listen I won't let anything happen to you".
A jovial woman bounds up to the stage, her pink hair clashes horribly with the surroundings. "Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the reaping." Her sickly sweet voice echoes around, "Ladies first". She rummages through the bowl, oblivious to the nervous silence that surrounds us all. "Primrose Everdeen". What? Not prim. She has one slip, of everyone not prim. She won't make it 5 minutes in that arena. It takes one look full of fear. " I volunteer ! I volunteer as tribute" My voice is usually high and weak. "No, Katniss, you can't" Prim screams. She tries to hold on to me but a pair of familiar arms restrain her. "Up you get Katniss" His steely grey eyes are clouded over in a tornado of emotions. I try to look at him, it might be my last chance but I am pushed towards the stage."
" What's your name dearie?"
" Katniss, Katniss Everdeen"
" I bet that was your sister , don't want her to steal all the glory. Do we?" I glare at her, the nerve of that woman, does she realise we are all going to be slaughtered. " Anyway , moving on to the boys,"
Not Gale. Not Gale, please not Gale.
" Gale Hawthorne"
No. I close my eyes. Anyone but him. Please. I hear footsteps on the stairs, eyes now open I see Gale, stubborn as always. I think of nothing else, I rush into his arms. They feel protective and warm, just for a bit I forget that we are on stage. We break and just hold hands, looking out at the crowd impassively. "Well, give up to the district 12 tributes, Gale Hawthorne and Katniss Everdeen.". No one applauds but they hold three fingers in the air. A symbol of respect. For us.
An eerie silence follows and we are bundled into the justice building to say our goodbyes. Prim comes running in, tears pouring down her face. I get other visits but hers will haunt me. It ends too soon and before i know it me and Gale are marched into a train. I rush into his arms , its too much.
"Ssshhh, it's okay. We will be fine."
" Fine, we going to our deaths, Gale. We won't be fine" I spit.