Author's note
Hey guys! I know it's been a really long time since I updated, so I'm sorry about that. I just got really stuck on where to go with this. Also, sorry for such a short chapter! I wanted to have this in the story, but when I tried switching to Gale's point of view for a bit, it just didn't work, so I wanted to skip to after the reaping, but I just couldn't cut this out. So tell me what you think in a review please, Follow, favourite, and all that shiz! Also, I want to write another story alongside this, The Hunger Games of course, so if there's anything you want me to do, just leave it in a review, or PM me! I'm up for any pairing you want, and don't mind what kind of thing you want, whether it's fluff, lemon, or just a random story/oneshot. Give me some ideas guys! Byeeeeee!
Prim's screams flood the square. She's entangled herself around Katniss, gripping on to her as tightly as she can. "No, Katniss! No! You can't go!"
"Prim, let go. Let go!" I see Gale start to move on the boys' side. The other boys move out of his way and leave a clear path; much like the girls did for Katniss. He confidently strides up to the two and starts to comfort Prim. He manages to prize her off of Katniss, before murmuring something and striding off. He carries Prim to her mother. I can't help but let a small tear escape my eye and trickle down my cheek at the sight. Prim. Is she going to watch her sister be brutally murdered? No, no, Katniss can win this. She can. I know she can, I know my friend. I know Katniss.
My eyes snap back to the stage when Effie's voice rings out, "Well, bravo! That's the spirit of the Games!" She must be ecstatic to have a volunteer, to finally have a little entertainment in the district. You can see it on her face. No remorse. No sympathy. All she perceives is joy. "What's your name?"
I can see Katniss struggle to find her voice. "Katniss Everdeen," She stutters.
Effie's face light up as soon as 'Everdeen' escapes Katniss' lips. "I bet my buttons that was your sister. Don't want her to steal all your glory, do we? Come on, everybody! Let's give a big round of applause to our newest tribute!"
The whole crowd is silent. Not one person claps. Even those with betting slips have stopped their bickering. The small children that don't know better are stood silently. This isn't fair. It's just not right. We can't just stand here. We can't just stand here and let this happen, without any sign of recognition of what is going on. Before I can stop myself, I touch the three middle fingers of my left hand to my lips, and then raise them to the stage, where Katniss stands, mesmerized. To my astonishment, I notice others do the same, until practically everybody is standing, arm extended, fingers pointing to Katniss. Another tear escapes from my eye, rolling down my cheek.