Reaping Post: Katniss

It’s the one day of the year we all dread, reaping day. It’s a day were the capital thinks is a game to see people slaughtered and were innocent children go to died a painful death away from family. My name has been entered twenty-four times; gale’s has his entered forty times but luckily for Prim her name has only been entered once of all of us she has the less to worry about. Effie Trinket, the lady calling the names is walking over with the first name is drew from the bowl filled with the names of girls form our district. I can’t believe my ears, Primrose Everdeen, no not Prime she won’t stand a chance.  At that time I had no choice but to volunteer, so from the top of my lungs I screamed out “I volunteer as tribute” All I could hear was Prim crying and screaming no Katniss no but I could not let her go. Effie looks at me standing at the bottom of the steps for a second then calls me on stage and then she asks me what my name was I told her Katniss Everdeen she looks at me then says “I bet that was your sister” and I reply yes.