I woke up bright and early. Well, it's more like I got out of bed bright and early. I didn't sleep a synch last night. Death was going to start that night. The Hunger Games were going to begin.
"Katniss", I whispered to myself. All I wanted was her. Her body right next to mine. To hear her voice and smell her hair. Was that really so much to ask? I didn't feel like hunting or going to the Hob. I just wanted to sit and wait to see Katniss' beautiful face. Her gorgeous brown hair and deep gray eyes. I just wanted to see that one last time.
When the afternoon came I, along with everyone else from District 12, gathered in the square. I found my way over to Prim and . My family could handle this without me. The three of us needed each other. Prim put her hands up in the air, asking me to pick her up. I bent down and let her clasp her hands behind me. "I think she can do it", Prim had whispered in my ear. I just nodded my head.
Finally, the Capitol anthem came on along with the seal. Every sound ceased. When the anthem ended, they cut to an air shot of all of the tributes. My eyes shot around the screen, looking for Katniss. This year, they were starting in a meadow. The cornucopia was placed in the middle of all twenty-four tributes. Surrounding them was, to one side, a lake, everywhere else was woods. Woods! Katniss actually could win. She could make a bow and some arrows, climb a tree and just pick people off. The only thing left is having the will to kill.
After three seconds of searching, I caught a glimpse of her. I pray to God that she didn't step off her plate. That was no way for a girl like her to go. I thought that if anybody I knew ever went into The Hunger Games that I would be deep in the woods somewhere. I never thought that I would be right there, watching them step into their death. It was different with Katniss. Everything was different with Katniss. "Ten, Nine, Eight", the voice boomed out across every inch of Panem. Every soul was silent. You wouldn't even know anybody was breathing. Even if I was in the woods, I would still hear the count-down. When they got to one, the Games would begin. "Five, Four, Three". My heart was about to leap out onto the dry stones beneath my feet. "One". You could hear the pounding of the tributes feet on the ground. The sway of the grass as it rubbed against their pants. My next worry was simple. Would Katniss go into the blood-bath?