"Bedtime, Primmie! It's the replays of the reapings tomorrow and we don't wanna miss it!"
I switched the telly off and Prim groaned. "Katnissss! I was watching that!"
"I'll record it for you," I said. "Now drink your hot chocolate and go to bed. No arguments tonight."
Prim sighed and trudged to her room. I ate my dinner of lamb stew and flicked through the magazine. At one point I must have dozed off because when I woke up I was in the living room. "Wake up, Prim!" I said frantically, looking at my watch. "The reapings are in 5 minutes! Oh gosh, how could I have slept that long..."
It had been my dream to be an escort, but I hadn't yet been presented with the opportunity. I was just a sponsor, but I always watched the Games and wanted to be an escort. How lovely it would be to receive so much money from just another person's work. Though of course I'd work as well, but I would be more than willing to work.
Prim entered the room in her District 4-themed nightgown. She always favoured District 4, because she loved water and demanded to go to the public swimming baths so many times. I'd been working on getting a proper pool in our garden, not just paddling pools, but real swimming pools.
The reapings started with District 1. A beautiful, blonde girl and a light-brown haired boy were reaped, but none of them gave me any sparks. District 2 was promising, with a sly young girl and a strong, monstrous, attractive man. District 3 looked like bloodbath fodder to me. District 4 reaped a 12 year old boy and nobody volunteered, surprisingly. District 5 had a ginger girl with a cunning look to her. District 11 had a dark-haired, tiny girl and a giant, tough boy. Then District 12. Somebody called Madge was reaped as the female, and then they called the male. Peeta Mellark. As soon as the cameras positioned on the boy I knew who my money would be on. He was incredibly handsome, with muscles that were just big enough for my tastes.
"He's the one, Primmie. I'm putting my money into him," I said dreamily. She stared at me.
"District 12? There's a change," she said. "I'd bet on that boy from 2 if I were you. He looks prepared!"
I rolled my eyes and started heading towards the bank to get a lot of money for Mister Mellark here.
