Chapter 1
"Primrose Everdeen,"
"I volunteer!" gasps Katniss, "I volunteer as a tribute!"
This couldn't be happening. Not to me, not to Katniss.
"Lovely!" Says Efila or Effie or something stupid, "But I believe there's a small matter of introducing the reaping winner and then asking for volunteers, and if one does come fourth then we um..." she trails off.
"What does it matter?" Says the mayor, "What does it matter? Let her come forth."
Prim grabs Katniss, screaming and crying.
"Prim let go!" Katniss tells her. "Let go!"
I walk towards Katniss and pry Prim off of her. "You go up Catnip," I say fighting to keep my voice steady.
As I carry Prim away I hear Effila in the background going on about how that was so spirited and whatever.
The old drunk one, Haymitch, says "Look at her, look at this one!" Get your filthy hand off of her. I think. "I like her, lots of... spunk! More than you! More that you!" and he falls off the stage.
"What an exciting day!" Says Effila,"but more to come; time to pick the male tribute!" Her hand reaches into the ball and she reads, "Peeta Mellark."
I watch him walk up to the stage. As the baker's son I don't think he'll last a minute in the Arena.
Effila ask for volunteers.
I step forward, "I volunteer! I do!"
What did I just do? I can see Katniss glaring at me from the stage.
"Wonderful!" says Effila, "What's your name?"
I sallow, "Gale Hawthrone."
"This is great!" Trills Effila.
Yea maybe it would be if Katniss stopped looking like she wanted to kill me.
A/N- Well what do you think? I know it's not that good yet but please review!