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At that moment I knew every thing has changed and not for the better. I can't breath, I can't think because I know even before Katniss does what she will do to save precious Prim from her death. I can't stop her. It will only make matters worse. So I watch as Katniss steps out of the neat line we were placed in and say, "Prim! Prim! I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!"

People don't know how to respond to this. Someone who volunteers to take someone place is a very rare thing to happen here in district twelve and because of that the knowledge on the rule is rusty. To volunteer is saying you want to die. "Lovely! But I believe there's a small matter of introducing the reaping winner and then asking for volunteers, and if one does come forth then, we um…" Even Effie Trinket doesn't have the rule set in stone.

The major steps forward, "What does it matter?" He looks at katniss with a sad expression probably trying to figure out why she looks so familiar. She's the girl who sells the strawberries, the girl who is some-what friends with his daughter and the girl who was presented with a medal of Valor for her father's death. "What does it matter?" He repeats. "Let her come forward."

You can barely hear what he says over Prim's hysterical screaming. Prim wraps her fragile arms around katniss as if she will die without Katniss to hold her up. "Prim, let go." Katniss speaks through gritted teeth. I can tell that she's holding back tears. Katniss wants to be strong, but with Prim looking so distraught it's hard to hold back her emotions. "Let go!" She says louder.

I take this as my cue to relieve some of the pain Katniss is feeling and I go up to the stage and pull Prim off of her. Prim holds up a good fight, but I still manage to say to Katniss before I leave, "Up you go Katniss." My voice is barely in control. I know it's not much, but I'm glad I got to say something to her. I have so much more I have to say to her but I'll save it during the one- on- one time. I hand Prim over to her mother and I take my place back into the dreaded line.

"Well, bravo! That's the spirit of the games!" Effie Trinket says enthusiastically. She's probably just boasting over the fact that something interesting happened to the district she's assigned to. She turns to Katniss, "What's your name?" Katniss stares at Effie trinket, but seems to see nothing. " Katniss Everdeen."

" I bet my buttons that was your sister. Don't want her to steal all the glory, do we? Come on, everybody! Let's give a round of applause to our newest tribute!" Effie Trinket says a smile plastered on her face. She is answered with silence. Not a single soul claps. Katniss stands there, uncertain. Then in one movement everyone touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to Katniss. This gesture towards her makes me feel proud to call that girl my best friend.

The gesture is only used at funerals to say thanks and to say you admired them, but it also means you are saying good-bye to someone you love. I will not lose her. She will survive this. I haven't looked away from Katniss and I can see her mask wavering. Her emotions are about to break through. But before she cracks Haymitch staggers over drunk as ever and congratulates her.

"Look at her. Look at this one!" he ungracefully throws his arm on Katniss, leaning all his weight on her. " I like her!" I can practically smell him from here so I feel for Katniss having to stand so close to him. " Lot's of…" He stumbles over finding the right word to describe her. I can think of many; courageous, unique, brave, and beautiful. He finally found the word he was looking for, "Spunk! More than you! More than you!" He points at the camera. He is taunting the capitol or maybe not, but it seems his anger is held towards the ones who brought this on us.

He walks forward and doesn't see the stage has ended so he ends up face planting on the ground and ends up knocking himself unconscious. I look back at Katniss and see she's regain her composure. Haymitch is taken away and Effie Trinket returns. " What an exciting day! But more excitement to come! It's time to choose our boy tribute!" all the while she is trying to straighten her wig on her head.

I stand still ready for what is to come. Deep down I do want to be picked. I want to help Katniss get through hell and back. She would never forgive me though. I'm supposed to stay behind and watch over our families. If we both were picked they would most likely die. Besides she would say she could protect herself. That's why I know she can survive; she doesn't rely on others and can fend for herself.

Effie Trinket is now rummaging through the glass ball for the last time this year. She grabs a slip of paper and again heads to the podium before reading the name. " The contestant to represent districts twelve as the boy tribute is Peeta Mallark!" Not a name I'm that familiar with. I've seen him around school, and I've traded with his father the baker, but that's it. I look at Katniss to see her reaction and she looks horrified. Why? Does she know him? Who is he to her?

Effie Trinket interrupts my thoughts, asking for volunteer, but no one takes the gesture. The mayor then reads the treaty of treason. After the long drag of words that don't make sense in my head reside, the major asks for the two tributes to shake hands. Katniss looks straight at Peeta. Peeta looks like he would rather die now then enter the Games.

Hopefully he won't be foolish enough to cross Katniss because if by some chance he makes it home and Katniss doesn't, he'll being wishing he died during the hunger games. The anthem begins to play and Katniss and Peeta are whisked away.

Before I head off to get my alone time with Katniss I go and see my family. My mom is probably delighted that we're all here with her, but feels guilty because two kids are being taken away from their family. Her knowing Katniss makes it harder. She hugs me for at least 5 minutes before I tell her where I'm headed. " I'm proud of you son. Never forget that." I nod and give her a kiss on the cheek.

I need to see Katniss. I need her to know what she has meant to me for the years we have been together. Now that she's leaving I'm picturing myself alone with no one to tell my secret thoughts to. I will be alone. Soon I will be invisible from everyone's view. Katniss is the one who can keep me in control. I don't know what I'm going to do without her by my side.

I finally reach the justice building. I tell them my business for being there and they lead me through some extravagant hallways that I wish I could marvel at more. They tell me to wait outside and I will be notified when I am allowed to enter. After it seems like forever someone leaves the room and is escorted back down the hallway.

I notice that it's Madge and I feel guilty for being rude to her earlier today. She is nice enough to say good-bye to Katniss and I hope I will be able to say I'm sorry to her. Soon a peacekeeper comes and tells me I may enter the room.

I slowly make my way forward because it finally hit me; this could be the last time I see her forever. Right when I step into the room I reach my arms out and Katniss doesn't hesitate as she wraps her arms around me. This is my home, right here. I don't want to move. I want to stay here forever. I know, though at some point I have to let go and if I have to then I will help her out as much as I can.

"Listen, getting a knife should be pretty easy, but you've got to get your hands on a bow. That' your best bet." I'm trying to get the obvious information out first incase she oversees it. " They don't really have bows." She answers sounding unsure. "Then make one. Even a weak bow is better than no bow at all." I reassure her. If she's already loosing hope I don't know what she'll be like when she has left district twelve. " I don't even know if they'll be wood." She says. Yet another thing she is worrying about.

"There's almost always some wood. Since that year half of them died of cold. Not much entertainment in that." That year was horrible. Watching everyone drop like flies. Yet no one cared because no one died violently. "Yes, there's usually some," Katniss agrees with me. I can still see she doubts her abilities.

"Katniss, it's just hunting. You're the best hunter I know." I hope I'm making things better for her. I don't want her to worry because having her worry will distract her from winning. Katniss shakes her head at me, " It's not just hunting. They're armed. They think."

I don't know what will make her see that she can make it as long as she believes in herself. "So do you. And you've had more practice. Real practice. You know how to kill." She looks away from me, " Not people." That's true, and she's right but I have to convince her it doesn't matter. "How different can it be, really?" I ask her, but I feel a heavy weight come over me.

All of a sudden the peacekeepers are here to take me away and I don't want to leave on such a dreadful note. I hear myself shouting at them for more time, but they won't here of it. "Don't let them starve!" Katniss yells at me. Of course I wont why does she even ask?

I need to tell her about how I feel I can't end things like this, " I won't! You know I won't! Katniss remember I-" I can't finish because the peacekeeper has closed the door on my face. Leaving the words I wish I could say still hanging on my lips. I want to run back in and comfort her, but I know they will never allow it.

Slowly I head back home, feeling heavy and alone. Her presence is gone and soon she will be fighting for her life. I reach home and head inside. My mom is standing in the kitchen. She hears me enter and smiles at me, but slowly it fades. "Dear are you alright? Oh, it must be difficult."

I look at her in confusion. What is she talking about? And why does my face feel wet? I reach my hand up to my face and feel that tears are streaming down my face. I have been crying the whole way home and haven't noticed. Embarrassment washes over me, but then I don't feel anything at all. I just let the tears flow. The one thing in my life that brought joy to me is gone. I'm alone.

My mom wraps her arms around me and hums softly in my ear, soothing my pain somewhat. Right now I feel nothing and hope that it will stay this way because feeling nothing at all is better than feeling the hurt and anguish I feel over losing my best friend. Soon I will heal from the grief I feel. When that time comes I will cheer katniss on for all it's worth. But for right now I'll grieve in my pain and suffer out loud for the first time in my life.