As time goes on I get better with my art, I try to spend as much time as I can doing chalk drawings with Delly, but as I grow older my mom wants me in the bakery more. I still get about an hour, and then I'm helping my father make bread. Soon he promises to teach me how to do the cake. I'm honestly very excited. In the past six years I made great friends. I tried to get to know Katniss. But the only person that seems to get a word in with her is Madge. Hardly anyone talks with Madge. She is normally very shy. So my plan to befriend Katniss Everdeen will probably never happen. A couple weeks go on, something terrible happened. The sirens were blasting in my ear. I did not care much, since my father was not in the mines. But then I looked over to Katniss. A second emotion crosses her face. Fear. She stands up, trying to act calm, but when she starts to shuffle forward she takes off in a sprint. I attempt to run after her, I know exactly where she is going. To her sister, Prim. She is four years younger than us. In year two. She must be terrified. I have met her a few times; she is a lot more talkative then her sister. The first time I ever met her was when she was with her father, they were walking right in front of the shop, Delly and I were showing my father are chalk drawings when she came running up and was looking at them. My father nodded at who could only be to Katniss's dad. He nodded back as if that was there greeting to one another. I wondered how awkward it must be for them to see each other, when Prim ran right into me. I started laughing, but she all she could do was say "Sorry" over and over again. We met a few times after that. I showed her how to draw some things, like flowers and such, once she even mentioned Katniss, hoping she had talked about me I told Prim I was in her class. She responded with, oh Katniss never told me about you. I re-focused by the time I got to Prim's class room, but they were already gone. I knew I would have to find my brothers anyways; they had to walk me home. Once I found them all I could think about was Katniss. I was so worried. I watched the news that night. Hoping that maybe I would see her father's face in the "Safely evacuated" section. But his face never got there. It was around nine at night when my father said he was going to go and check to see if they needed help. He told my brothers to go with him. I wanted to as well. To go see if she was alright. He said that I would most likely just get in the way, besides he did not want to see me hurt. I understood. I just gave him a blanket and told him to give it to Katniss. He promised he would. The next morning I woke up as soon as I could, I turned on our old grey TV, waited for the news to appear magically like it always did, once it was up though I knew there was no point in looking. I already knew that I would still not see Katniss's fathers face on the "Safely evacuated" section. I did not see her face for a week after that either. I kept hoping she would come to school, so I could say sorry for her loss. She never came, and then once she was back, I could not talk to her. There were so many people saying sorry, then once I got to her I could not let the words out, like every other time I saw her, I just looked at her for a long second, taking in every little detail of her face, then walked swiftly away. Never saying a word.