KATNISS'S POV
Prim's face breaks into that same beautiful smile she shares with my mother. "Come on! You're going to have a wash too!" mother says as she reaches for the sack of food I traded with Greasey Sae at the Hobb. Despite her cheery tone, I can hear the same misery and worry in her voice she has every year at the day of the reaping, the tone only Prim and I can hear. Mother throughly washes and massages my head with the one bottle of shampoo she traded at the Hobb for one of her irressitible homemade apple pies, especially for the reaping. Later on, she towel-drys my hair and hands me a soft blue dress with the tips of the skirt looking like it was the summer sky. I am left speechless.
"But mum, this is from your apothecary days! It's too beautiful for me!" I say refusing to wear it."Nothing is too beautiful for my daughters," she answers with.
For a moment I hesitate, then I realise that there is no arguing with her.
Carefully, I slip on the dress, afraid I would rip it because of it's light and flimsy texture. After I button it up at the front, it's so soft and delicate on my body it feels like I'v e got nothing on, like I'm naked. My mother sits me down on a stool and steadily braids my hair into an intricate up-do while Prim watches intently. A few minutes later, I look at myself in the mirror and I'm not Katniss Everdeen anymore. I'm not the teenage girl who dresses like she's a boy and spends her time hunting in the woods with her bow and arrow and best friend and hasn't got a care in the world how dirty, messy or scruffy she gets anymore. But now I'm the teenage girl who's actually beautiful, pretty has many friends and maybe even a lover or an admirer.
"You look amazing Katniss," Prim says in a hushed voice.
I smile and say,"Tuck your tail in little duck!"
And she replies with a small "Quack!" Prim follows mother to the kitchen to prepare the fish and vegetables I traded Greasey Sae for a couple of wild pheasents at the Hobb. My cheerful smile suddenly turns into a distraught frown. Partly because it's the reaping day, but mostly because of what nightmare occured in the woods. It was a few minutes after, Gale and I feasted heartily on the bread, cheese and berries he had prepared especially for the reaping day in the woods. I had my bow loaded and poised with an arrow, ready to shoot another wild pheasent that got caught in one of Gale's snares. When all of a sudden, out came two peacekeepers in their conspicuous white uniforms, threw sacks over our heads and dragged us for miles as we struggled and fidgeted to fight our way free. Eventually, they whipped off the sacks and we realise that we're in a dark, eerie room sitting on the concrete floor and only a small flickering light bulb that's about to die out, is hanging from the ceiling to help us see. Then a peacekeeper comes around to all of us there with a large syringe filled with a ghastly green liquid and jabs it into our arms. Finally someone asks," What is going on?" All eyes turn to the owner of the voice. A teenage girl with long dark hair, olive skin and those same grey eyes everyone from the Seam has.
