"Primrose Everdean!" Effie Trinket says cheerfully into her microphone. Have my ears heard wrong? Prim walks past me, on her way to the stage. She looks at me, her expression scared.
"Prim! Wait!" I say, running after her. "I volunteer as tribute!" I yell at Effie Trinket.
"Katness! No!" Prim yells at me. I gently push her aside and walk up onto the stage.
"Well then. What is your name?" Effie Trinket asks me.
"Katness Everdean," I say, my voice showing no emotion.
"By all gods! That must be your sister! Didn't want her to steal all of the attention now," She says. Then she reaches into the bowl with all of the boy's names and pulls out a slip of paper.
"Peeta Malark!" She says, again very cheerfully. Not him. No. He makes his way up to the stage and then it gets very quiet while the anthem plays.