That week, was the worst in my life. The pressure, the fear, and thoughts. Bad thoughts. Every year, all of the districts would have a big ceremony. All humans from ages 12-18 would compete in a game called "The Hunger Games". Every human that was between those ages would have their name put into a big bowl. One boy and one girl would be picked. This is my first year. My sister, Katniss, was prepared. She could hunt, and use a bow and arrow. Me, on the other hand, was a little fragile girl. I would never survive. They would probably kill me first.
The day of the picking was horrible. My mother gave me a dress, and put my blonde hair in a nice braid. My sister wore my mother's dress. We left our little house and walked to the arena, well that's what I like to call it. We hugged and kissed, and went to our age groups. I clenched my fists, that were super sweaty. I stood next to a tall girl, with black hair pulled back into a low ponytail. I was shaking like crazy. Appearently she noticed. "Woah, come down girl." she said. She had a little southern accent. I smiled and nodded my head, and she turned forward again.
Just when I calmed down, Effie Trinket walked on the stage. She walked up to the microphone and tapped it. "Hello!" she yelled. I couldn't focus on her speech. I was overwhelmed with thinking it was me. I looked at my sister who turned around to look at her friend, Gale. They met when Katniss was twelve, and he was fourteen. His dad and my dad died in the same mining explosion. Alright back to the games.
"Primrose Everdeen!" Effie said. Everyone froze and looked around. "Primrose." I quietly walked out into the blank isle. I heard my sister yelp. I looked back and saw my mother have a tear drop from her eye. I teared up and wiped it away. I finally reached the steps, and walked up them. Effie signaled me to walk to her. She said some stuff then continued. I saw Katniss burry her face in her hands. "Peeta Mellark." Effie said. I looked in the crowd waiting for a boy to walk out. Then, everyone looked at a boy, He had his hair greased back, and had a blank expression on his face. He slowly walked up onto the stage. "Well, let the odds be in your favor." Effie said with a smile on her face.
The train went at least 200 miles per hour. I sat there doing nothing, sitting by Peeta. I thought, What a unique name. "Well, let me go get Haymitch." Effie said by breaking the silence. She walked out of the room into the other. "So, Primrose." Peeta said. "You can call me Prim." I interupted. "Prim, you look pretty young, are you ready for these games?" he asked with a straight face. A shook my head "no". "You see-" he added, but then a man who looked as drunk as could be walked out. He plopped onto a couch and drank a liquid out of a tall bottle. "So, are you kids ready?" he said. Peeta and I just sat there. "Well, you both look pretty frail. We'll have to work on that." he said. I started picking my nails. "Why would we want a drunken man to teach us how to possibly 'win'?" Peeta asked with a sharp attitude. "Because, I know the ins and outs of the arena, what to and what not to do. With my help, you'll be the greatest." he said. He took another big gulp of his drink and sat it on the table.
