AN: Sorry for the late update! I was busy with school... Grr... Well, enjoy! Hopefully it's a bit more interesting. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games. :(
I'm trembling, but I continue. I feel everyone's eyes directed at me. I feel behind me, and my tail is hanging out again. "No!" I hear someone scream. I look behind me, and Katniss is making her way through the crowd. "Prim!" She shouts. What is she doing? It was my name that got called, not hers.
The Peacekeepers are escorting me now. "I volunteer!" I hear. It's Katniss! She can't volunteer! I start looking around, and in all the confusion, Katniss makes her way towards the stage. I cling to her. "You can't go! No!" I scream. Gale plucks me off of Katniss and carries me away.
Tears start streaming down my face. I can't let this happen! She's all I have! I try kicking away from Gale, but he holds on tight. He carries me all the way to my mother, who's in shock. "Mom, how could you let her volunteer for me?" No reply. "Mom? Mom!" She stares at me blankly. "She has a better chance," is all she says.
Katniss is on stage, with tears welling up in her eyes. She doesn't cry, though. She's stronger than that. "I bet my buttons that was your sister!" trills Effie Trinket. I no longer like Effie; I despise her. She was the one who took Katniss away from me.
I look around, and dart for the house. I jump onto the bed where I sob for I don't know how long. Buttercup comes and curls up at my feet. He purrs gently, and I scoop him up. I wonder what it will be like without Katniss. Will we even survive?
I sit up. I forgot to see who the boy tribute was. I get up, wash off my face, and try to make it less puffy. I walk out the door. Immediately, I see Aspen. He sees me, and a look of concern spreads across his face. I blush. I've known him for a long time from school.
In District Twelve, you know everybody. It's pretty small, and it's not like anyone can move to or from here.
He jogs over to me. "Are you okay?" I remember what happened, and tears start falling from my eyes again. Aspen looks sympathetic and tries to comfort me. "Look, Prim, if you want to be alone, then I can just-" I cut him off and hug him. He blushes even more than I did before.
"It's fine," I tell him, choking back tears. "I just have to go." I start walking, then remember. "Aspen, wait! Who got picked for the boy tribute?"
"Oh, Peeta Mellark," he says. "He looked so shocked," he says. Peeta Mellark. Why does that name sound familiar? Then it hits me. He's the boy who kept us alive.
