It's the day of the reaping, I think as soon as I wake up. I have a horrible feeling in my gut that I can't shake no matter what. The ceremonies only at two so I have time to go over to the bakery and help Peeta bake. I rush to fix my hair into a ponytail and put on a simple grey dress for the reaping. I'm getting ready now because probably won't come back after i'll be too busy worrying about whether or not i'll ever come back.

I leave the house and start walking to the bakery. I take in all the sights of them seam while I can. Even though it's run down it's still beautiful to me. This is my home. These streets are full of people that I know. The reaping will tear it all apart. Every year at this time I feel apart of my soul being ripped out as I watch children being reaped, when I see the tears in their eyes their parents falling apart at the seams. Most of the time, when I watch the games I have to look away. I see their faces in my dreams. Even though most children who are reaped have older siblings none of them volunteer they love their siblings but love can only go so far when something like the Games happens.

When I reach the bakery Peeta is waiting for me with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. I understand, on a day like today you just can't be completely happy. We walked into the bakery in silence and started to knead bread. His father and brothers came and said hi to me but Peeta's mother just stared at me angrily. She never really liked me and i'll never know why but that's okay. I'm not a fan of her either. I know that she hits her sons whenever they make the smallest mistakes or don't agree with her. Personally I don't think its right and i'll never understand why she does it.

The morning passes by quickly and soon enough it's 1:30. It's time to go. It's time for another helpless person to get reaped and for their life to end. In all 73 Hunger Games we've had leading up to this District 12 has had two winners with only one of them still alive. His name is Haymitch Abernathy, nowadays he's always drunk. Not many people understand why, but I think I do and I don't judge him for it. Who wouldn't want to be drunk all of the time after having to go through something like the Games?

1:40

Better leave now. All of the Mellark family and I leave the bakery and start walking to where the reaping is held. Peeta grabs my hand but not out of love but instead, fear. I gripped it as tightly as I could considering that this could be the last time it ever happens. We both need each other at this moment for emotional support. I watch him out of the corner of my eye and see this he is staring at none other than Katniss Everdeen. I see her hugging her sister in comfort. It's her sisters first reaping; she's only twelve years old. I think her name is Primrose, Prim for short. I've spoken to her a couple times and can tell that she is well liked in the district. She has a personality that makes everyone love her.

Me and Peeta are about to be separated into our gender and age groups. We face each other and embrace in a tight hug. Panic goes through my whole body.

"I pray you aren't chosen, I don't know what I'd do without you." I say quickly.

"I'm so scared. Please don't let either of us be chosen." He says.

We let go and look at each other. I can see the fear in his eyes. We say goodbye quickly and quietly go to our sections. At this point Effie Trinket walks up on stage and starts talking. The mayor and she say the same things they've been saying for years. At this point I can't even pay attention, I'm much to terrified.

Effie walks over to the bowl with the girl's names in it and says:

"Girls first!" With a big smile on her face.

I stand in my spot petrified. My name is in there 9 times. It's not as many as most people from the seam but it's enough to give me a possibility of being chosen. Yet, it's not my name Effie Trinket yells out with a smile its Primrose Everdeen. A hush falls over the crowd, nobody's happy when a 12 year old child is chosen. They have no chance. The peacekeepers walk over to Prim and start to bring her towards the stage. A few feet ahead of me I see Katniss running forward trying to get Prim away from them. She starts screaming.

"No! No! I volunteer!" Then in a much calmer voice she repeats, "I volunteer!"

Everyone in District Twelve goes silent. It's not often something like this happens. In fact, I don't think it has happened ever. The only place that ever has volunteers are District One and Two, but that's because they've trained for it their entire life's even though it's against the rules. I look up at Katniss in admiration and fear. I am scared for her. Although she has everything I could ever ask for and more but still isn't happy, I respect her. This is one of the noblest deeds anyone could have ever done. If Peeta had to love anyone but myself I'm glad it's her.

Everyone around me at the same time performs the same gesture. They take their left hand and put up their three middle fingers kiss them then put them in the air. I do the same. It means respect, love, goodbye.