THE REAPING:
"PRIM EVERDEEN," the announcer called over the loud speaker. The young girl was only twelve and everyone knew that she would never make it past the first day.
"GALE HAWTHORNE," the speaker blurted. I began to cry wondering who would care for Gale's family, and worrying for Katniss, who was still off at the capitol. Prim was bawling with worry- she knew how both mentally and physically exhausting from her sister's experiences and she knew that she wouldn't make it.
THE TRAIN:
I sat in my small dorm- crying my eyes out. I heard a small knock at my door, it was Gale. Being strong as he was, his stone hard face, showed no signs of sadness, except a slight frown creasing his smooth face. I ran and threw myself into his arms, seeking for protection as I usually do. He lifted me up and sat down in the chair across the room, cradling me in his strong arms.
The doorknob turned and the heavy wooden door slowly cracked open. Alais stepped in and cleared his throat, trying to get our attention.
"Dinner is in a half an hour," he announced. Alais; our escort, is a muscular neon- blue haired man with the voice of a small nine year old schoolgirl. After I pulled myself together, we shuffled our way to the dining hall.
THE DINING HALL:
The many Avoxes scared me with their terrible, pleading eyes. They served our dinner- it was Katniss' favorite; beef and prune stew. It made me sad to think about her; the Capitol harassing her at every chance that they get, and I thought about my mother, sitting at home, tending to the wounded, and hoping that President Snow doesn't break down the door and storm the house. It hurt to think about that. Gale and I slid back into our rooms and I crawled into bed. I curled up into a ball, knowing my last days were here.