Katniss
As she wove in and out of the roasting bodies, Katniss felt somewhat calm. She had a strong sense that she was safe this year from election, she didn't know why, she just did. As she reached her place in the crowd, she became agitated and flustered; it was too hot. Even though she had dressed in a light, floral sundress, - "It doesn't hurt to look feminine once in a while Katniss!" her mother had shrieked – she was boiling and her skin was irritated with the heat. People around her were becoming unsettled with nerves and anticipation as the minutes ticked by. 'Hurry up' she thought, 'This is a perfect day to jump in the lake with Gale!' Gale Hawthorne. That one name caused butterflies to rise up and soar through her stomach as she thought of his attractive, model-like features; strong chiselled nose and jaw, full inviting mouth, and eyes that could pierce straight through your heart. 'Well' she thought, 'They pierced through mine.'
As the minutes turned to hours, she began to think about ice-cream, and how the tub of vanilla and fudge was sitting in her freezer, just 5 minutes away from here. But she couldn't leave, there would be consequences, she was sure of it. The laws of her town, Seam, weren't strict but there were some things you just didn't push, and sneaking out of an election was one of them. Just then, a plump man appeared in a grey suit, his balding grey hair shining with sweat, everything about him said 'outsider'. His small, scrunched up features were beaming with excitement, a give away that he didn't belong here – nobody smiled at the elections. As he droned on about how it was an honour to be chosen, Katniss went back to thinking about ice-cream when suddenly something jolted her back to reality. She hadn't been listening to the old man, but he'd said something that had caught her attention. "Katniss Everdeen" he repeated, eyes scanning the crowd. A feeling of dread swept through her as she finally realised what was happening. He had called out her name as the person who would be representing Seam. She was a member of the Test. She stumbled forward as her mind raced with fear, her eyes scanning the crowd. There. She sought a pair of eyes that would forever remain in her mind. Gale. His usually warm, brown eyes were now staring back with so much pain and hurt that Katniss caught her breath. His face, normally so alive, looked back at her with sorrow etched into it, tears flowing down his beautiful cheeks as she turned to walk to her fate.
It must have been at least an hour. The plump old man, who's name she'd found out was John Snow, had been talking about how honoured she must feel to have been chosen when all she could think was 'Why me? What have I done to deserve this?' Finally, he paused and looked at her with expectance in his eyes. 'Oh' she thought 'He's waiting for me to talk'. She cleared her throat and wiped her eyes – tears hadn't stopped falling as she had gazed at Gale's face – and started to speak.