Chapter 2
I know that name. Thats Katniss's little sister. She is only twelve that is like one in a million chance of her being picked. Then I see her. She has a blouse on and I notice a dunk tail thing and the back of the shirt. Then I hear a familiar voice.
"Prim!" it's Katniss. "Prim"
I'm shocked. I know she wouldn't. But she would. What she says next proves my thoughts right. "I volunteer! I volunteer as a tribute"
No! She can't. I will never get to talk to her or be with her. Ugh. Then Effie trinket says "lovely! But I believe there's a small matter of introducing the reaping winner and then asking for volunteers, and if one does come forth then we, umm…" she trails off, unsure of herself.
The mayor interrupts the silence by saying "what does it matter?" I notice he has a pained look on his face. He repeats himself "what does it matter? Let her come forward"
Prim is screaming, while wrapping her arms around her. "No, Katniss! No! You can't go!"
Then Katniss it a confident tone says"Prim, let go. Let go!"
Then a boy about seventeen comes up, pulls prim off of Katniss and says "Up you go, catnip" I think I no that boy. Seen him at school. He is not in my year though. I think he is two years older and his name is gale. After he got prim off of Katniss I guess he carried her to her mother.
"well, bravo!" gushes Effie Trinket "That's the spirit of the games! What's your name?" she sounded a little to excited.
Katniss's face looks emotionless. I wonder what she is thinking. Then finally she says "Katniss Everdeen"
"I bet my buttons that was your sister. Don't want her to steal all the glory, do we? Come on, everybody! Let's give a round of applause to our newest tribute!" trills Effie Trinket.
Nobody Clapped. Not one person. A look of confusion comes over Effie trinkets usually cheerful face. Then someone in the crowd touches the three middle fingers of there left hand to there lips and holds it out to Katniss. Now not only one person but the whole crowd is doing it so I join in. But when you do this it means thanks, it means admiration, it means goodbye to someone you love.
Haymitch decides to go to Katniss and I guess congratulate her. "look at her. Look at this one!"he hollers, throwing his arms around Katniss. "I like her! Lots of…" he pauses. It looks like he can't find the word. "Spunk!" he says triumphantly. "More than you" Then he let's go of Katniss and starts toward the front of the stage. "More than you!" he shouts, pointing directly at the camera.
I wonder who he is talking to. The audience? The Capital? Or he could just be saying random crap cause drunk as a skunk? We will never know cause as soon as he goes to finish he falls off the stage and knocks himself unconscious.
I bet every person that was watching is laughing. I bet they think of district twelve as a laughing stock. After a few minutes Haymitch was taken away on the strecher. And Effie Trinket says "What an exciting day! But more excitement to come! It's time to choose our boy tribute!" Then a wave of nervousness hits me. Oh please don't be me. She reaches her hand in the bowl. Oh please don't be me!! She grabs a slip of paper and smooths it out. PLEASE DON'T BE ME!! Then she reads the slit of paper. Peeta Mellark. NOOO! I can't be going to the games! I just can't. Plus I can't go against Katniss. I'm screwed. The two people beside tap me on the shoulder. Oh crap I'm suppose to go up there. I try to act emotionless but I don't think it's working. I can't stay emotionless when Katniss Everdeen , the girl I have thought about every night since kindergarten, is staring right at me. I go up on stage. Effie asks for volunteers. No one comes up. Not even my brothers. Well one can't, but the other one is just to scared. After that the mayor does another speech thing called the treaty of treason. Then tells us to shake hands.
Her hands are so soft but are really cold. I look her strait in the eye and give her a suppose to be a reassuring squeeze. Then we face the crowd. Then the anthem starts to play. Who knows what the next few weeks will bring me. Probably nothing but bad.
I know that name. Thats Katniss's little sister. She is only twelve that is like one in a million chance of her being picked. Then I see her. She has a blouse on and I notice a dunk tail thing and the back of the shirt. Then I hear a familiar voice.
"Prim!" it's Katniss. "Prim"
I'm shocked. I know she wouldn't. But she would. What she says next proves my thoughts right. "I volunteer! I volunteer as a tribute"
No! She can't. I will never get to talk to her or be with her. Ugh. Then Effie trinket says "lovely! But I believe there's a small matter of introducing the reaping winner and then asking for volunteers, and if one does come forth then we, umm…" she trails off, unsure of herself.
The mayor interrupts the silence by saying "what does it matter?" I notice he has a pained look on his face. He repeats himself "what does it matter? Let her come forward"
Prim is screaming, while wrapping her arms around her. "No, Katniss! No! You can't go!"
Then Katniss it a confident tone says"Prim, let go. Let go!"
Then a boy about seventeen comes up, pulls prim off of Katniss and says "Up you go, catnip" I think I no that boy. Seen him at school. He is not in my year though. I think he is two years older and his name is gale. After he got prim off of Katniss I guess he carried her to her mother.
"well, bravo!" gushes Effie Trinket "That's the spirit of the games! What's your name?" she sounded a little to excited.
Katniss's face looks emotionless. I wonder what she is thinking. Then finally she says "Katniss Everdeen"
"I bet my buttons that was your sister. Don't want her to steal all the glory, do we? Come on, everybody! Let's give a round of applause to our newest tribute!" trills Effie Trinket.
Nobody Clapped. Not one person. A look of confusion comes over Effie trinkets usually cheerful face. Then someone in the crowd touches the three middle fingers of there left hand to there lips and holds it out to Katniss. Now not only one person but the whole crowd is doing it so I join in. But when you do this it means thanks, it means admiration, it means goodbye to someone you love.
Haymitch decides to go to Katniss and I guess congratulate her. "look at her. Look at this one!"he hollers, throwing his arms around Katniss. "I like her! Lots of…" he pauses. It looks like he can't find the word. "Spunk!" he says triumphantly. "More than you" Then he let's go of Katniss and starts toward the front of the stage. "More than you!" he shouts, pointing directly at the camera.
I wonder who he is talking to. The audience? The Capital? Or he could just be saying random crap cause drunk as a skunk? We will never know cause as soon as he goes to finish he falls off the stage and knocks himself unconscious.
I bet every person that was watching is laughing. I bet they think of district twelve as a laughing stock. After a few minutes Haymitch was taken away on the strecher. And Effie Trinket says "What an exciting day! But more excitement to come! It's time to choose our boy tribute!" Then a wave of nervousness hits me. Oh please don't be me. She reaches her hand in the bowl. Oh please don't be me!! She grabs a slip of paper and smooths it out. PLEASE DON'T BE ME!! Then she reads the slit of paper. Peeta Mellark. NOOO! I can't be going to the games! I just can't. Plus I can't go against Katniss. I'm screwed. The two people beside tap me on the shoulder. Oh crap I'm suppose to go up there. I try to act emotionless but I don't think it's working. I can't stay emotionless when Katniss Everdeen , the girl I have thought about every night since kindergarten, is staring right at me. I go up on stage. Effie asks for volunteers. No one comes up. Not even my brothers. Well one can't, but the other one is just to scared. After that the mayor does another speech thing called the treaty of treason. Then tells us to shake hands.
Her hands are so soft but are really cold. I look her strait in the eye and give her a suppose to be a reassuring squeeze. Then we face the crowd. Then the anthem starts to play. Who knows what the next few weeks will bring me. Probably nothing but bad.
