Ever since the games ended, my whole world has changed. No more Gale, no more love. All I have is Prim and Mother now. Each day is the same for me. I wake up, crying from what happened in the games and then I wander around District 12 for the rest of the day. Occasionally I will do some hunting, but not as often as I used to. All I will do in the woods now is wander around aimlessly, maybe sit down in the meadows or wooded areas, make something from flowers and grass or just do nothing. A haze is what I call my problem. I can't get over anything now. I can't eat without thinking about Gale or even talk without my mind racing with images of the arena. My sister doesn't know about my unborn child or anything about the arena and what happened in there. All I do is just shrug it off. But today is a special day for the whole district. I should say a grim day, but with the capitol cramming happiness down your neck, it's quite hard to keep the real mood of the reaping. I want to stay in bed all day, but I can't no matter what. Everyone just has to attend the reaping. So I grab the clothes that have been laid out for both me and Prim and get dressed without a word. I look in the mirror when I finish getting dressed. I look different from when I attended the reaping where I volunteer to take Prim's place. A smart move in my mind, but a horrifying one in my instincts. As I walk down the stairs for breakfast, I see Prim has already finished her meal. She takes her bowl and puts it on the counter. Her eyes then lock with me as she spots me on the staircase.
"Morning Katniss!" She says happily. I don't say anything to greet her, but rather a nod instead. She sighs, remembering the grief state I'm still in. I grab the bowl that is waiting for me on the counter. Strawberries and pourage. What could be more blander than this? I eat it without gagging, a first for me. When I finish, I place the bowl on the counter and walk out the door with Prim by my side. We gather in the center of District 12 and wait for everyone else to gather. When the whole of District 12 has gathered, the capitol begins their happiness cramming by showing us a video they think will encourage us to volunteer like I did. I don't bother to watch the idiotic video, since I've seen it too many times that I'd like to see it. As the video finishes, I spot Effie smiling like a moron. The one moron she always will be. When the video comes to a stop, Effie takes the mic and rambles on about how 'great' the video is.
"Now, lets begin the reaping. And may the odds be ever in your favor." She says. I snort, remembering how the odds were completely against me in my last games. Her hand then goes into a pink bowl with sparkling swirls on it. It makes me want to gag at how pink it is.
"For the girls, we have," Effie says, making everyone 'hang' onto the edge of their feet. "Katniss Everdeen." The words fill my ears and I realize that I'm called. Tears already run down my cheeks as if they were told to. I lean down and give Prim a kiss on the head.
"I'll be back soon, little duck." I whisper before walking onto the platform. I stand beside Effie as she grabs a tribute for the boys.
"Jay." Effie announces. There appears to be no last name for this boy, since no last name was mentioned. A tall, muscular boy with icy blue eyes walks up onto the stage. He stands beside me as Effie finishes her dumb speech. After some time, the both of us are whisked onto the train that leads to the capitol.
~(Okay guys, so I know there is no 3rd arena with Katniss involved. But I just love making the arena time, so I'm going to make my own custom arena! Enjoy the last arena fanfiction! :3)~
Jay looks at me from the seat across from where I sit. Its quite uncomfortable to have someone with shocking icy blue eyes staring into your soul, let alone a guy. I shift in my seat, trying to avoid eye contact with him at all costs. He clears his throat before shifting in his own seat as well.
"So...how old are you?" He asks. I don't look at him in the eyes, but I do look at his face to show I'm not a jerk.
"Eighteen. You?" I reply.
"Sixteen." He answers. I could tell this guy was going to be an interesting character from the questions he asked.
"I heard your name get called back there. I-I think you're name is pretty." He says. I see his cheeks turning red with a blush. Why do I have to get hit on? I think silently.
"Thanks." I say and then walk away. I go into my room and lock the door. I don't know what it was, but I could feel like Jay was going to be something.