My hair was In two plaited braids On each side of my head. I was wearing a lovely blouse with a blue-grey knee length skirt. But none of that mattered because Today was the day. The day the whole nation dreaded. It was the Reaping Day. The day that would tell whether you stayed safe or were picked to fight to the death or get the unlikely victory. 

I was fidgeting nervously in My uncomfortable blouse and I was twisting one of my two French braids between my two fingers. I was standing in the crowd as Effie Trinket -wearing a hideous gold wig- walked to the makeshift stage. "Ladies first"! Effie says as she swirls her hand around in the glass bowl with all the female names in it. "Clover Mellark !"  I felt my entire body go numb as I  walked up to accept her honor. Her mothers scream. that's all she could hear before being taken away with Effie and The male tribute. His name was  Alex Hawthorne. I swore she had heard that name before, but she shook her head and remembered, her mother, father, or Haymitch could be mentoring her. At least that was something. "Suddenly she hears Effie ending her conversation of who her mentor would be. "um...uh...Effie?" I said, "Who is my mentor again?" "Oh!" Effie says. "Its Peeta Mellark of course".  

  Effie is now stepping on the train, beckoning Me and Alex towards her. "Come on, Come on"! Effie says. "wouldn't want to be late, would we"?