The Final reaping- Chapter Two- Death Sentence
Katniss's Story
The minutes crawled by as the children were forced to stand in the burning sun, enclosed by the ropes that were covered with young hands, trying to escape their fates. But the ropes did not budge, nor did the parents who flocked around their offspring.
Katniss climbed the steps to the stage. All eyes were on her as she read the notes someone had shoved in her hands. In a wavering voice, she spoke:
"As this will be the final hunger games, each pair of tributes, after coming onstage and after any volunteers have shown, the pair will then be assigned a quality of a quarter quell. If the quarter quell card affects the number of tributes, or the tributes themselves, lots will be drawn wherever needed." Her voice quietened towards the end of the announcement, and she hung her head lower and lower until her eyes could no longer be seen. How could she have ever agreed to this? Why had she not stopped this when it could? Some of those children were practically the same age as her. How could she stand so high and mighty while the others were forced to fight for their lives as she once did?
"Let us draw the tributes." the voice shocked her until Katniss realised it as her own. She reminded herself of President Snow. Did she always sound so much like him? The thought disgusted her.
She closed her eyes and picked a slip of paper from the crystal bowl. Her fingers struggled to unfold the neat crease down the centre. She remained exressionless but wept inside as she read out the name of the first life to be taken.
"The first girl tribute is: Rowen Dewhurst."