Authors Notes- I suck at writing 3rd person point of view so Imma go ahead and write 1st person ok? M'k :P
Primrose Everdeen. Primrose Everdeen. Effie's voice jumped around in my head, bouncing off my skull. A glance around confirms that everybody's looking at me. Some even giving me look's of pity. Poor, poor girl in the seam. Loosing her sister in the games then being called yet again. Yep, that's exactly what everybody's thinking.
Knee's shaking, I walk up to the stage. I happen to catch a slight tear in Effie's eyes. Of course, who could forget the reason that Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire, volunteered for the Hunger Games? The person that she tried to protect from the Capitol? I listen to the boy's name being called.
Adrian Elgin.
He's 15, the same age as me. Tall, broad shouldered, dark haired. He comes from one of the richest household's in the district. He's a complete and udder snob. All the girl's are completely crazy about him, but he's never had a girlfriend. Probably nobody's good enough for him. As we're rushed to the mayor's house for goodbyes, I catch Adrian staring at me. Probably calculating how long it would take to pin me down and jam a knife into my head.
Upon entering the room for goodbyes, I immediately notice it's the same one where I said my goodbyes to Katniss. The last time I had seen her. As I'm pondering this, I'm faintly aware of the door opening. Somebody came to tell me goodbye?
"Hey Prim." It's Rosemary, my best friend, well, perhaps more like a second sister would better describe her. Her brown hair falls in shiny cascade of curls to her waist. Tall and thin, her yellow dress matches her perfectly. All at once she bursts into tears and throws her arms around me.
" I- I should have volunteered. You've already b-been through so much. How's your mom going to handle this? Oh gosh, what about-" Her voice is caught by another sob.
"No, no. It's not your responsibility to volunteer for me." I look her dead in the eye. The a worried expression crosses across my face. "Oh gosh, you must feed Buttercup and take care of him for me! You know, cat's can get depressed." I flash her a big grin.
"Prim, now's not the time." She says, but she's also smiling. She put's her locket around my neck. The very one that I gave her for her birthday. I had hunted for a week to get enough to buy this locket. She hasn't taken it off since.
"But, it's your-" I start to say before she cuts me off.
"Just take it ok? Always so stubborn." She smiles, before she is wisked away by the peace keepers. Possibly the last time I'll ever see her.
Gale comes next, probably feels obligated because I'm the little sister of the girl who was his best friend. Everything's awkward during his goodbye. The air is tense and heavy. We've never had a great relationship. He even once told me we never would because I reminded him to much of Katniss. We don't even talk during his goodbye. He just gives me a quick awkward hug and say's he'll take care of my mother then he leaves. Then the peacekeepers lead me to the train station.
There's so many cameras. All waiting to prey upon how we're handling the situation. I begin to freak out inside my head. Knowing that the entire nation of Panem will see every second of what I'm doing at this moment. My palms are sweating as we make our way into the train. Peeta and Haymitch are already there, waiting at a table covered in food. Oh gosh, they were right. Peeta look's absolutely terrible. His eye's are wide and panicked. He jumps at every sound.
"Go on, eat your fill. We got a big, big next couple of days!" I hear Effie exclaim in her highly annoying voice of her's. I quickly notice that the only available seat is by Adrian. Reluctantly I take it. I don't even know why I hate him. It's not like he's ever done anything to me. I guess it's just the knowing of that fact that soon he'll be out to kill me. Then all of a sudden, it's like being punched in the chest. The true realization that my days are numbered, and that number is low. I mean, I knew I wasn't going to win, but really thinking about it. Finally having the moment to realize, it's not exactly a pleasant feeling.
That duck in some kind of orange sauce just doesn't look near as appealing as it did earlier. I abruptly push away from the table and run to my room. Throwing myself onto the covers I cry. I cry for the first time in 3 years since Katniss's death. Cry, cry, cry. That's all I seem to be able to do before I drift off.
