I lean against the wall near the fireplace. The opening ceremony will start in a few minutes.
Prim and her mother sit curled on the bed, their hands clutched tightly together, their faces pale and blank.
The old cat jumps from the bed-due to the lack of attention-and comes to me. He hisses slightly and rubs against my side.
Irritated, I push him away.
What is this stupid cat's problem?
Buttercup purrs this time and approaches me again. He noses his way against my knee, then slowly climbs on to my lap. His paws tickle me slightly.
My breathe hitches. Even this stupid cat reminds me of her. She freaked out when Prim brought Buttercup home. She even tried drowning it. Without success.
The memory warms my cheeks and even brings a slight tug on my lips. I breathe out realising I've been holding it all this while.
Buttercup settles down comfortably and I let him stay.
The battered television in the Everdeen house flickers.
"Ladies and gentlemen! The day we've been waiting for has finally arrived! The tributes are ready and all decked up! Let's see what new trends our stylists have come up with! Bring it on everybody! The tributes!" shrieks Caesar Flickerman, the garish man who has been hosting the show for more than 40 years I guess. No wonder these people still look young after all those surgeries.
The decorated doors of the Remake Centre open. The first chariot makes its appearance.
"From District 1, we have Marvel and Glimmer everyone!"
The crowd cheers as they take in the first pair of meat.
"Next, from District 2, we have Cato and Clove!"
Their chariot appears and a shiver runs down my spine. The boy, Cato, looks well built and strong. Like he could break bones like they are mere twigs.
If he catches Katniss without her bow...I should have volunteered. I should have been there for her. I bury my face in my hands. His face lay burned in my mind.
***
I don't pay much attention to the rest of the tributes. The remaining of the Career Pack look small and fragile. The other tributes don't look intimidating either, but I don't underestimate them. For all I know they're probably good at something.
***
District 11 chariot catches my attention. The male tribute is dark-skinned and built like an ox. But he doesn't look merciless like Cato. And the female tribute, a twelve-year-old, small for her age, Rue.
Why did this little girl have to be picked?
***
The final chariot appears. It's on...fire? No that can't be.
I look closely. It looks like it's part of the costume. And Katniss...she looks magnificent.
Stray tears roll down my face as she gains confidence and actually blows some kisses into the crowd. The Capitol citizens go crazy. They return her kisses and shower her with flowers.
Never in the past has District 12 got so much praise. Whoever was Catnip's stylist, really had given her a great advantage. No one will forget her. Not her face. Not her name.
***
It isn't until Prim mentions that I notice it. I take a careful look.
Why are they holding hands?
***
AUTHOR'S NOTE
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