I own none of the characters. They all belong to Suzanne Collins. I ship Madge and Peeta (Meeta) so if you don't like the paring, don't read. R&R and enjoy!
Waiting. Watching. Not moving. Those three things categorized today. Waiting, to see who was picked. Watching, as Effie Trinket moved to the bowl of names. Not moving, because the moment you moved a peacekeeper was at your neck telling you to find your place. It was the same thing every year. One boy. One girl. Thrown into a fight to the death against 22 other tributes in the yearly Hunger Games. I looked around the lines of children. From 12 to 18 standing doing the very same thing I am. Feeling the very same way I am. Fear. All are afraid of getting chosen to die. I look to my left and see Katniss Everdeen. A girl from my school, you came by every now and then to give my father strawberries. Her name was in there 20 times. I look to my right and see her friend. Gale Hawthorn. I'm not very close to Gale. I don't even think he likes me, from being yelled at humorous times. His name was in there 42 times. Finally I looked to the blonde standing behind Gale. A friend of mine since we were kids. Peeta Mellark. He caught my gaze and I could tell from the look on his face he was scared. I smiled sadly to him trying to ease the fear I know he felt. I turned back to watch Effie reach into the bowl and lift a name out. I held my breath waiting for the name to be read.
"Primrose Everdeen!" She called out. My heart dropped. I looked to Katniss and saw the fear and sadness in her eyes, then turned to watch Prim make her way to the stage. Katniss ran after her, calling for her and trying to fight off the hold the peacemakers had on her. I walked from my spot I stood in, and opened my mouth, letting out words I never thought I'd hear myself say.
"I volunteer!" I yelled. Everything went quiet for a moment. Katniss turned to me, eyes wide. She shook her head as if telling me to take my words back. I stood my ground, and spoke once more. "I volunteer as tribute."
