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It was just a few months before the 74th Hunger Games when I was chosen to be District 12's escort. I knew simply what I had to do: Reap the names for the boy tribute and girl tribute, encourage the tributes to win, and travel along with them throughout their time until the games. Being the District 12 Escort kept me busy. But I missed my time living in the capitol with all my friends and my house.
It was a sunny morning when our car rolled into District 12. I stepped out wearing a pink blouse, skirt, matching make-up and hair accessory. The reaping would happen in just two hours. I had to update my make-up. I sat on a bench outside the Justice Building, where it would soon be filled with possible tribute candidates, to fix up my make-up.
"Excuse me, Ms. Trinket?" A guy says, walking up to me. He wears a black suit and slicked back hair.
"Yes?" I say, sitting up straight and putting my blush container down.
"Haymitch Abernathy, the District 12 past winner, has arrived." The guy says and points to a car that has it's door opened with a guy throwing up inside of it.
"Great." I say, as positive as I can, and stand up to meet Haymitch. The guy in the suit leads me over to the car, and I have to plug my nose to not smell the horrible vomit on the pavement. "Hello, Mr. Abernathy, my name is Effie Trinket. I am District 12's escort."
"Yeah, yeah. Give me that, will you?" Haymitch says in a harsh tone. He points to a washcloth draped over the top of the door of the car.
"Do I look like your personal assistant, Haymitch?" I hiss. He leans his head up and glares at me. I roll my eyes, sigh over-dramatically and hand him the washcloth.
"Thank you." He hisses back and snatches the cloth out of my hand.
"An hour in a half!" Someone calls up from the steps of the Justice Building. I nod and look back towards Haymitch.
"You'd better get yourself cleaned up before the reaping. Wouldn't want to throw up on stage." I say with the flip of my puffy hair and walk off. I walk up the Justice Building steps and pace around the stage practicing what I'm going to say. "Come, come. The time has come to select one courageous young man and woman to represent District 12 in the 74th Annual Hunger Games..." I keep repeating that line until I see the group of possible-tributes walk in. I quickly run off stage to the left to prepare for my speech.
Once I am off the stage, I look in my mirror and fix my hair and make-up, again. Haymitch wobbles behind me and bumps into me. I turn around abruptly and glare at him.
"Thanks a lot! You made my hair lopsided." I tell him. He rolls his eyes and mocks me.
"You made my hair lopsided! Oh, my beautiful hair!" He smirks and then wobbles onto the stage. I roll my eyes and attempt to finish my make-up before I'm interrupted by a peacekeeper.
"You're up." The Peacekeeper says. I put my make-up down and walk upon stage. Time for my big moment. I reach the microphone and wrap my hands around it.
"Come, come." I say as the tribute-candidates walk in. "The time has come to select one courageous young man and woman to represent District 12 in the 74th Annual Hunger Games!" I announce then move towards the tribute name bowls. I put my hand in the girl's bowl and swing my hand around dramatically. "Girls first!" I say, looking into the crowd. I saw a young girl holding her sister's hand. What a shame it would be if one of them were to be chosen. I pull out the slip of paper with a name on it and open it. "Primrose Everdeen!" I call out into the crowd. The little girl who was hugging her sister starts crying as the peacekeepers come to guide her to the stage.
"Prim!" The older sister yells and runs after her sister, Prim. "I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!" She screams.
"Ooh." I mutter, not meaning to do it through the microphone. I watch as the sister motions to a boy in the boy crowd. He comes and carries Prim away. "What's your name?" I ask the sister as she joins me on stage.
"Katniss." She whispers.
"Dear, can you speak a little louder?" I ask, still smiling.
"Katniss Everdeen." She says a bit louder.
"Into the mic, please." I push the mic near her.
"My name is Katniss Everdeen." She says into the microphone.
"Good." I say and then push her aside. "And now for the boys!" Again, I dip my hand into the boy's name bowl and dramatically pick a name out. I unfold it and get closer to the microphone. "Peeta Mellark!" I announce and watch as a boy with blonde hair steps forward to meet the oncoming Peacekeepers. They lead him up upon stage and he stands on the other side of me, on the side not with Katniss. "You're tributes Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen!" I announce one final time before I am ushered off stage for the tributes and lucky-that-their-not-tributes watch President Snow on a large flat screen TV give a speech about the Hunger Games.