PRIM'S POV
As we arrive at the square, a tsunami comes crashing in with us and making it's way to the correct section according to their age. Anxiously, I walk towards the middle section of the square and find a tiny corner to stand in where I won't be very conspicuous. When everyone finds their places, I glance over at Katniss and her lips form the words,"Don't worry Prim, you'll be fine," I smile gratefully and mouth the words,"Thank you," to her. Silence conquers the cascade of constant chatter and gossip of anxiety and worry when Mayor Undersee speaks.
"Welcome District 12. To the reaping of the the 74th annual hunger games!" After his short opening sentence, the Mayor reads out his usual speech about the history of Panem, how it once was a land called North America, how President Coriolanus Snow got elected and the birth of the hunger games. After what seems like decades later, Mayor Undersee eventually introduces District 12's famous escort, Effie Trinket. In a very girly and ladylike fashion, she makes her way onto stage with her candyfloss pink wig decorated with a magenta coloured rose, straightening out her pink and yellow floral pencil skirt and her metallic silver high heels clicking at every step.
"Thank you Mayor Undersee!" She glances at him and smiles. "Now District 12, the time has come to select one courageous young man and woman. For the honour, of representing District 12 in the 74th annual hunger games!" I turn my head in the direction of Katniss and share a worried look. But I know exactly what she's thinking! " Hardly an honour!" That thought made me smile a little and she smiled back.
Effie Trinket continued talking," As usual, ladies first!" She turned to her left and strutted proudly towards the large glass bowl and slowly dipped her hand into it. Her perfectly manicured nails decorated with pink and white diamante flew around the bowl like an eagle hunting for it's ideal prey. Suddenly, her glamourous talons grip onto a piece of white paper and she gently slips it out. My heart hammers like deadly cannons and monster's footsteps at the same time. My eyes widen. My head spins. Sweat trickles down my forehead. My nails dig into my sweating palms. For a few seconds she pauses, and narrows her eyes onto the paper before clicking her way to the microphone. My nails dig further and further in. My head spins faster. The sound of the cannons and footsteps are growing louder.
Carefully, Effie peels off the sticker, opens it up and reveals the name of the female tribute.
"Primrose Everdeen."
