This is the day of the reaping.
Prim’s face as fresh a raindrop.
I press my lips together.
That’s one piece of bad luck.
It’s Primrose Everdeen.
I volunteer.
I volunteer as tribute.
District 12 hasn’t had a volunteer in decades.
She wraps her arms around me like a vice.
I enter a nightmare.
Sixty seconds or my legs are blown off
Peeta gives me that look.
I grab the bow.
Haymitch has never seen me run.
The girl from District 2 is ten yards away.
“Cato! Cato!” she screeches
Thresh brings the rock down hard against her temple.
For Rue.
