"Primrose Everdeen."
Prim.

And my world came crashing down.

My mind drew a blank, what was happening.

Someone had been reaped, and everyone was staring at me.

Wait, why were they staring at me?

And then I noticed, Prim.

My little sister had just been reaped.

This had to be some kind of nightmare, some horrible, horrible nightmare.

It wasn't.

Before I knew what was happening my hand went into the air.

"I volunteer as tribute!"

"Oh wonderful! And what's your name?"
"Katniss Everdeen."

"I beat that little cutie pie was your sister then, huh?"
I gave a stiff nod, keeping a straight face the entire time.

"And for the boys... Peeta Mellark!"

My luck today is horrible.

He was the boy who saved my life years ago.

When my father died and I had to hunt to feed my family.

But this was before I hunted.

I was starving, and begging for bread on the bakery's doorstep.

His mother ordered me to get lost, but he took a smack to the face for me.

He gave me some bread.

And that bread saved my life.

"I volunteer as tribute."
The voice that said it was familar.

Strong, bold and no where near as desperate as mine must of seemed.

But I couldn't place face to name.

"Ooh! And you're a cutie, tell me what's your name?"

"Gale. Gale Hawthorne."

Gale?

Gale!

I turn, my mask breaking for just an instant.

We shake hands, and he leans in his mouth next to my ear.

"Don't worry, Catnip, you'll get out alive."

And my world crashes down again.