A/N: Heyy just a short chapter for the reaping, will update more soon hopefully :)

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I froze.

Peter stood up, walking off the stage and walked over to me, holding out his hand. I gratefully took it and he helped me onto the stage, the eyes following us as we moved. I could tell I was staring back and should probably look where I was going so I didn't fall over and make a fool of myself, but I knew Peter would catch me anyway if I did.

He sat on his chair and pulled me onto his lap and for once I didn't protest, I caught sight of Gale scowling and frowned at him. I didn't see why he would mind, I hadn't felt anything other than friendship for Gale in a long time and he hadn't felt anything for me. Not since that day in the woods… pushing the thought from my mind I sought out Prim in the crowd.

I started to panic when I couldn't see her, had they done something to her? But there she was, she was so small that I nearly couldn't see her, but she went on her tip toes to see over the heads of the other thirteen year olds.

Effie Trinket stood, for once not her usual over excited self, and walked to centre stage.

"Welcome district 12 to the 50th annual Hunger games" She was met with silence, and was I imagining it or did she Effie sound like she was going to cry?

"Ladies first" No I can't be imagining it, she defiantly sounded like she was about to cry, I saw her walk over to the first of 4 bowls. She put her hand in and pulled out the only slip of paper.

"Katniss Everdee-"She couldn't finish as she choked on her sobs, but it was my name and my throat still caught when she said it. I stood up. Keeping hold of Peter's hand the whole time, even if it was a bit awkward with him sitting down and me standing up.

She walked over to the third bowl which I could see had exactly two slips of paper in, obviously she had forgotten all about 'Ladies first' and was just doing 'victors first'. She pulled out a slip and walked back to centre stage, opening it she read,

"Peter M-"She couldn't even read his second name, she had always loved Peter. He stood next to up next to me, shooting Haymich a look that said 'keep your mouth closed' Haymich had already opened his mouth but snapped it shut again at Peter's look. Effie looked like she wanted to slap Haymich, obviously not seeing Peter's expression, but Haymich just stared back at her, used to her giving him these looks.

Effie, tears now streaming down her face looked once more at me and Peter standing together hand in hand before walking back to the second bowl. This time, there were thousands of names in there and she picks out the first one she reaches. She opens the slip of paper,

"Omg" she says, there is a murmur of voices among the crowd and even a small part of me- the crazy, insane part- thought that there was no one in district twelve called 'Omg,' I almost laugh at the thought. I stop thinking altogether when Effie lets out a long shriek so loud I nearly cover my ears, I stare at her incredulously. She starts shouting at me, screaming my name,

"Katniss I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry, I didn't mean to, Katniss, omg, Katniss no, please, Katniss, I'm so sorry!" I run to where she is standing, thinking that maybe the enhancements that she has had done over the years has finally broken her, but no, I'm the broken one, with or without capital enhancements.

She has dropped the slip of paper and as I bend to pick it up I see that it has fallen open and I see the name written.

'Primrose Everdeen'

I'm dead.

I must be dead.

Peter comes to help me up, but I push him off.

My thoughts are racing. How could Prim be picked twice in two years? How could Effie pick Prim twice in two years? I can't save her this time. No one will save her this time. Then one thought over powers the rest.

Snow.

I can vaguely feel Peter trying to help me up again, and this time I let him. Effie has been escorted off and the new head peacekeeper comes on to read the tributes names.

"Primrose Everdeen" I hear him say, he sounds bored with his deep rough voice, and even though I'm expecting it, it still feels like there are knives in my heart.

I see her walk through the crowd of parting 13 year olds, head held high, and I am so proud of her. I make my decision right then. I'm going to die; I'm going to be the third to last to die. I will fight so that only me, Prim and Peter are the last ones left, and then I will kill myself, knowing that Peter will do the same. Prim will come home.

I. Will. Be. The. Third. Last. To. Die.

I promise myself that I will do anything to make sure this happens.

The head peacekeeper asks if there are any volunteers, but no one puts their hand up.

I hate all of them.

Peter has sat back down with his head in his hands. I am holding Prim in my arms and we stand at the back of the stage.

The peacekeeper, who I now hate, walks over to the last bowl, I don't even care who it is anymore I just need to get home and prepare. Distantly I think that the people in the Capital will be ecstatic when they watch the district twelve reapings.

I hear the deep growl of his voice again and look up, I only catch the last bit of his sentence, the part where he says this year's district twelve boy tribute,

"Gale Hawthorne"

I will be the fourth last to die.


A/N: Please R&R :)

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