It is 1:00am as I sit on my bed thinking about tomorrow's event. The reaping. It makes me nervous just thinking about it. Both my mother and father died in the rebellion. Am I going to be next? I've been trying to get to sleep for hours, but I just can't. I keep pondering on these questions... what if I am chosen? How would that make my poor grandfather feel? He would be the last in the family left! What is it like to die? I'm not ready yet, I'm only 15! I have all my life to live. My grandfather was to teach my how to become a train conductor.

Again I am angry at the Capitol, a rebellion was made to make things better, but now it's worse. It is bound to backfire at them. The Hunger Games is such a cruel idea! 24 kids are to participate in a fight to death! Only one can survive!

Without realising at first, my eyes become watery and tears start pouring down my face. I know I will be chosen, I just know it. I'm not crying for me really, it's mainly for my grandfather, he's already heartbroken enough. When I realise what I am doing I quickly gather myself together, even though there is no one around me and it's past 1:00am.

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When the time turns to 5:00am I decide that there's no point in trying to sleep. I hop out of bed even though it's still dark. But it'll lighten up before the sunrises anyway. At least I can watch it one last time from my district.

I am very glad my grandfather gets up early, we sit together and watch the sunrise. He doesn't bring up the reaping at all, and neither do I. We spend the morning with each other, enjoying each other's company for what feels like the last time.

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At 1:45pm I walk with my grandfather to the square. The reaping is to begin at 2:00pm. We are one of the closest houses to the square, so there is no need to leave earlier, although I do become quite anxious that I will be late. Everyone around us shuffles anxiously towards their age groups, which are roped off. I say goodbye to my grandfather and follow the others towards the roped off areas.

I find myself squished towards the back left of the 15 year olds section. I try to look for my friends, but I can't find any of them. After a few minutes of waiting, tension building up, the district escort finally walks onto the stage. He introduces himself and makes some announcements, but I am to worked up to take in what he is saying. All I notice is that he's outfit isn't as fancy as most Capitol outfits are, and that he seems to be snapping in and out of reality. He plays some sort of video showing how we deserved what we got for standing up against the Capitol, and that we are helpless, by showing what they did to District 13.

At last the escort digs his hand into a glass bowl that is reserved for the female tributes. After flattening out the paper slip he reads out the name.

"Scarlette Myers"

A girl from the 13 year old section walks to the stage. I notice that she has silent tears streaming from her eyes. I think I've seen her before, but I don't have any idea who she is.

The escort digs his hand into the male tributes bowl. My hands begin to shake uncontrollably, I have 4 slips in that dreadful bowl that have my name written on them. I think about how unlucky Scarlette was, she probably only had 2. The world freezes as the escort reads out the males name.

"Carter Phillips"

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A/N - So Carter was chosen! But I guess you already knew that. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! And if you did please let me know by voting! Thanks for clicking the read button on this story!