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- Gab

The reaping

I walk into the roped off section for the kids my age while keeping my eyes locked on Gale and Prim knowing that from this point on their fates are in the hands of fate, or should I say the Capitol.

After losing them in the crowd I look for Jacob knowing that he always stays at the side like me, so we can make sure we're safe.

I lock eyes with him and see that he is also worried that he can't see Gale and Prim through the crowd any more.

After hearing the boom of the mike I turn my attention forward. I see my aunt Effie start her monologue, just like every other year, but I'm too caught up in my own thoughts to hear the words.

I'm thinking the impossible. What if she gets picked, Prim.? And what about Jacob, and Gale. I don't know what to do, other than tell myself the facts. Prim and Gale, their names are only in the bowls once, just once. So they have to be safe. Right? No, no Kat you can't worry about them right now, all the odds are in their favor, they'll be fine. It's Jacob and yourself you need to worry about.

A lot of people would think I'm a rich snob for saying that, but the thing is Jacob has more than just seven papers with his name on them in that bowl and I have more than four.

You see for the past three years Jacob and I have been sinning up for tesserae and giving to Gale, Maisily and their kids without telling our parents. That's eight extra slips of paper for each of us.

That means Jacob has his name in that bowl 63 times and I 36 times.

I'm brought out of my reverie when I hear Effie say "As always, lady's first!"

All I can think is keep her safe, keep her safe, keep her safe. Then my heart stops because I hear Effie say "Primrose Mellark".

I'm frozen where I stand. How could this happen. She was one slip, in thousands. All the odds, every single odd was in her favor. So what happened? But every single coherent thought is ripped from my mind when I see Prim about to walk up the steps to the stage.

I rip my way through the crowd of teenagers just as Prim puts her hand on the rail.

"Prim!" I yell. She turns and the sound of my voice, and I see it. She thought I would let her go in the games, she thought that I would let her die.

Peacekeepers are holding me back now as I try and reach for her.

"I volunteer" I yell as panic rips through me. I can't let them take her away, I can't let them hurt her.

"I volunteer as tribute!" I say again with more control.

"No! No, you can't!" Prim yells, but it's too late. Rules are rules, I volunteered and now I'm the tribute. I'm at her side now and the peacekeepers are pulling her away, toward my parents I think, I wouldn't be able to tell all on can focus on is not crying.

I make my way up the up the stairs and move to stand next to Effie. She looks at me with a sad expression. I can barely focus as I say my name and she goes to choose the male tribute. That is until she says "Gale Mellark."

Oh god this isn't happening. How is this even possible? I mean I know we're all victors' kids, but the both of them! At the same reaping!

I'm about to lose it when I hear Jacob shout "I volunteer as tribute!"

We lock eyes and an unspoken agreement passes through us. They will stay safe. They won't go in the games. They will live long lives. No matter what it takes, they will make it through life without having it being tainted by the Capitol.

He walks up to Effie and I with a hard look on his face. We shake hands in a very mechanical fashion.

We're going in the games, Jacob and I. How did this happen. In a matter of mere minutes all my hope vanished.

We're lead into the justice building and as I we're about to enter the elevator, we turn, and head towards the back exit.

"What's going on where are we going?" I say starting to panic.

"The train station, the rest of your team will me you there." The head peacekeeper, Thread I think, says coldly.

"We get to say good bye" says Jacob.

"Not this time" he replies.

I look at Jacob and see he's thinking the same thing I am, for one of us, that was the last time we get to see our younger siblings. I grab his hand and squeeze it trying, hopelessly, to calm him down before he blows his top. If he attacks Thread it'll get us nowhere.

He looks at me silently asking for my permission to hit him, I respond with a glare and he looks away knowing I'm right.

Now all we can do is wait for the inevitable, and all I can think about is how I've just decided to do whatever it takes to keep Jacob alive. Knowing fully well that it means my death.

Thanks for reading love you guys, please review

-Gab