The reaping- Prims POV

I smoothed down my white blouse and looked in the mirror. The blouse was a little too big, but it didn't really matter. Katniss said that the chances of my name being drawn in the reaping was one in a million. At that moment, Katniss walked through the door, sighing and throwing her game bag on the table. When she saw me, she smiled and walked up behind me.
"Tuck in your tail, little duck," she said, tucking in the back of my blouse into my skirt.
"Quack," I gigged.
"Quack yourself," Katniss laughed lightly. I liked it when Katniss laughed. I didn't her it often, though. Me and Gale were the only ones who could make her laugh even slightly.
"Come on, lets eat," Katniss said, giving me a kiss on the forehead. I didn't have much appetite. Katniss didn't either; I could tell by the way she just poked her food with the fork. She left when my mom called her into another room, so I just sat there, poking around the plate with my fork, lost in mt own thoughts. I wasn't worried about me being picked in the reaping. Mainly just Katniss. And Gale. Both had a pretty high chance of being picked.
When Katniss walked in, she was wearing my moms old blue dress and her hair was tied back into a pretty braid.
"You look beautiful," I sighed, coming up behind her. She shrugged.
"And nothing like myself." That was the main thing that made it hard to believe me and her were sisters. She would never be caught dead in a dress besides the reaping. I look forward to wearing skirts and dresses. She would rather be out in the woods, hunting, while I would rather be helping my mom make medicine.
We headed off to the square after that. The center of the district was packed. Boys and girls between the ages of 12 and 18 put off in separate sections. I ran off to the small area made off for 12 year old girls, while Katniss stopped to talk to Gale for a moment before she went off to her own area. The reaping started at 2:00 sharp, beginning with Effie Trinket (some preppy Capitol lady) coming up to the stage and sitting down, followed by the mayor, who went up to the podium and read the history of Panem and The Hunger Games, then read the list of victors from District 12. In the history of the games, we've only had two victors, only one of which is still alive. After all that- which I don't often pay attention to- Effie crosses the stage to the huge clear ball with girls names in it.
"Ladies first!" she announces, choosing one slip of paper, and smoothing it out. She clears her thought and reads the name.
"Primrose Everdeen!"
At first, I just stand there, waiting for the person chosen to go up. Then I realize, it's ME. Me. Primrose Everdeen. I swallow hard, and walk up to the stage, trembling. I hear murmurs of sadness and disapproval. They don't like that I was picked. They think it was a waste. Then I hear Katniss. Her voice is a strained cry.
"Prim!" She yells, "Prim!" In a moment, shes brushing in front of me, shoving me behind her. "I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!"
I hardly notice whats happening. Katniss is volunteering, for me. To go into the hunger games. I throw my arms around her the moment she ties to move.
"No!" I scream, "No, Katniss! You can't go!"
"Prim, let go," Katniss says, her voice cold, "Let go!" I stay holding on until someone rips me off.
"Up you go, Catnip." It's Gale. His vice is uneven. Katniss walks up, and I'm left there, crying, watching my sister who loves me so much, about to die. For me.