I cant breath. How is this even possible? I only had one slip in the thousands that were in there. There are so many people who have over forty slips entered in the reaping and I still got reaped. I start to walk up to the stage, blood drained from my face, with my fists clenched by my sides in anger and fear. I can hear people murmuring about how unhappy they are that a twelve year old got reaped. I can feel that the back of my blouse is untucked but right now I am not in the mood to care because I am about to be sent to my death.

All of the sudden I hear "Prim! Prim!" I know its Katniss and I am scared because I know what she is about to do, but I can't let her. "I volunteer!" she yells running up to, "I volunteer as tribute!"

"No, Katniss! No! You can't go!" I yell grabbing her as she tries to push her way past me onto the stage.

"Prim, let go" she says harshly but I refuse to let go. Maybe if I keep holding onto her, she will not get away from me and not have to be a tribute. "Let go!" she says another time. I keep holding onto her until Gale comes up to me from behind and starts to untangle my grasps from Katniss. I am screaming for Katniss not to go when Gales mumbles "Up you go, Catnip" in a voice he is obviously trying to keep steady. I am still screaming and crying but Gale has me and is taking me to my mother. When we get to her, he hands me to my mother, who is so shaky from tears that I do not know how she can hold me, and tells her to not let go of me no matter what I say. Gale waits until she nods through her tears and he makes his way back to his aged group roped off area. We cry together in silence as we watch Effie Trinket talk to Katniss about how this will be an interesting year because of her volunteering for me. I still cannot believe that she would do that. We are barley surviving with her here bringing us food daily. Now that she is going to the games, I do not know what mother and I are going to do.

Then something strange happens. Instead of clapping for Katniss, all of the district twelve crowd touches their three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and then holds them out to Katniss. It is a rarely used gesture in our district. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.

Haymitch then decides to make a fool of himself by staggering across the stage to congratulate her. "Look at her. Look at this one!" he hollers, throwing an arm around her shoulder. "I like her" he says. "Lots of…" he trails off "Spunk!. More than you!" he shouts, pointing directly into the camera. Then Haymitch plummets off the stage and knocks himself unconscious. As Haymitch is whisked away on a stretcher, I start to cry even harder because I just realized my sister's fate lay in this drunks hands.

"What an exciting day!" she exclaims, attempting to get us 'back in the reaping mood'. "But more excitement to come! It's time for our boy tribute!" Effie goes to the ball containing the boy's name and grabs a slip of paper. She quickly returns to the podium and reads the name on the slip of paper. "Peeta Mellark" she says. I see Katniss's face flash with recognition and fear for a second before she quickly recomposes herself. I do not know how she is managing to seem so unscared about being a tribute. I am still crying hysterically and I do not think that I will ever stop.

I watch Peeta as he gets on the stage. He is medium height, has a stocky build, and has ashy blond hair that falls in waves over his forehead. You can see alarm in his blue eyes as he shakes hands with Katniss.

No! This is not good. I just realized why Katniss was fearful for a second, other than the fact that she is going to be a tribute. Peeta is the boy who risked a beating to give her the bread that saved our lives. I have heard the story a few times before of what happened and I am not very happy, because Katniss feels like she owes this boy. How can she kill someone she owes?

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