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Peeta's story by mla.2001
It's that day. The day of the reaping. The day where two kids between the ages twelve and eighteen will be sentenced to death. To battle to the death in an arena where Gamemakers will make their life a living hell. All but two families will celebrate that their child was not picked, but those two families that had a child picked, will draw their shutters closed and try to figure out what to do next. I wonder if she'll come today. If she does, I know she'll be with him. I sit on the edge of my bed, thinking, when suddenly there's a loud banging on my door, and my mother comes bursting in. "Dress yourself properly, and get down to the kitchen!" she yells. I frown. "NOW!" she yells. Then she slams the door shut. I grimace. That's my life. I hope she comes today. I have loved her since we were five. But I don't think she ever noticed me. Until today. When I get down to the kitchen, my father is not smiling. He is almost always smiling. I know I'm late, but he's not like my mother, who hates me.
Then it's time. We all file in a single file line to tables in the front of the town square. Effie- freaking-
Trinkett is standing at the stage as we file in to the age groups. I see her. Katniss Everdeen. But she's
looking all goony-eyed at him. I think his name is Gale Hatwarn. Or Hawthorn. Not sure. But still, I had hoped she would notice me.
Now we have to watch a short-movie about why we have the Hunger Games, which is a national televised fight to the death with twenty-four kids between the ages of twelve and eighteen. All of the kids fight in a new terrain every year and they fight until there is only one person left in the arena, which is the victor. Then Effie walks back up to the microphone.
"Primrose Everdeen!" Effie's voice echoes.
The name that changed everything. Then all hell broke loose. She ran up, Katniss did. "I volunteer!" she says as she tries to break through the Peacekeepers. Then she does break through them. " I VOLUNTEER!" she yells. "I volunteer as a tribute!" she gets out.
And I can't belive it. Why would she do that? She could live on, feeding her mom, but instead she is giving up her life. Inside, somewhere, I know she will survive, because she is a survivor. She steps up on stage, while Effie is beckoning her up to the stage. "We have our first volenteer...-" Effie is saying. I'm standing here, not listening to a thing Effie is saying, staring at Katniss. She glances my way a few times, but she never really looks at me. She gazes around blankly, not believing what she did, probably. Then Effie is moving on to the boy.
"Peeta Mellark!" she says, her voice echoing again.
I couldn't believe it. My face fell. - (Not literally, overzealous readers!) I slowly walked up as my brother, Makyua, patted my back sympathetically. I got up on stage. I could tell in Katniss' eyes that she remember that day. The day when I threw her the bread. She stared at me for a split second, and then turned away. But I couldn't stand the thought of having to kill her in the arena. I just couldn't. I wouldn't. There was plenty of time for that later. We didn't have to talk. We could just ignore each other. That would work. Make all feelings for her that I had go away. Then there would be no problem in killing her. Everything kinda happened fast. We were shoved into a car, shoved out of it, and put into the train.