Valour pov

I shot up out of bed in a cold sweat,the salty liquid dripping down my forehead as my eyes darted around the room before I realised I'm safe and in my bed that was till I look out the window and saw the morning approaching then it dawned on me it was the day of the reaping the day that determined life or death the day I got chosen by the career instructors to volunteer as the female tribute from four. On that day when my name had been called all.i heard was static blocking out the sounds of my friends and training partners clapping for me, i shook myself out of my haze and began to get dressed what I was wearing was a pair of brown dress trousers,Mildly fancy dress shoes and a loose white shirt.

I walked downstairs only to be met with the sorrowful face of my mother, I quickly looked away not being able to bear but I knew even if I wasn't a career my name would have been drawn eventually I mean it's in their 32 times for gods sake with the amount of tesserae I take out I'm suprised it's not higher with me being the only one eligible to. I walked out with the other children aged 12-18 into the square 

"Name and age" the peace keeper said drawing my blood

"Valour moray aged 16" I responded as he nodded and I wa guided by the other peace keepers to the area with the other 16 year old girls we exchanged knowing looks as our escort took to the stage I'm pretty sure his name is Glamour or something similar but he was dressed up as a fish as usual this year he seemed to be a clown fish very suiting with him being a capitolite and all I zoned out for the majority of his speech and the whole video about the war till I heard him call the name Vanessa cane a twelve year old girl froze as I took a deep breath and yelled out "I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE" all eyes turned to me as I stompped up the stage 

"What's your name dear" Glamping asked thats his name right I think

"Valour moray" I say bordley

"Well don't you sound....enthusiastic"her responds

"Yes very" I counteract dully

"Well anyways onto the men " he sidesteps walking over to the bowl with the male tributes names in and picks out a singular slip he shuffles his way over to the mic coughs a few times before reading out the name

"Kiyer Marcus" a boy with long blonde hair and sea green eyes walks up the stage with tears in his eyes

The rest of the reaping goes on till me and kiyer are told to shake hands I grab his hand and squeeze as I see him wince in pain...

Oh this will be fun I think before being lead into the justice building