"Primrose Everdeen!" Effie shouts, almost mockingly.
Adrenaline pumps through my veins, stiffly I walk up to the stage.
"Now for the boys" Effie says in her horrid accent.
"One more innocent person for slaughter." I think morbidly.
"Peeta Mellark!" She squeals.
I hate her already, she's blind to the fact that family's are being ripped apart by the seams.
"Shake hands you two!" She's says with a stupid smile on her face.
My hand is grabbed by the male tribute in a quick hand shake. He's large but his eyes are kind.
The mayor goes on to read the treaty of treason.
I focus on not bursting to tears, Katniss how ever is outright sobbing without the sound, making it hard to keep this smile plastered to my face.
The boy, Peeta was it? Is fairing no better.
His eyes are trained on someone from the sixteen year old section.
Perhaps he has a brother or a friend to look for?
I direct my gaze in the same direction.
He's staring at Katniss