"Phoenix!" a voice shouted. "Phoenix!" I jump out of bed. My sister must be having nightmares again. Ever since she turned twelve, Scarlett has been dreading today. Once a year, all citizens of districts one through twelve have to got to the Reaping. At the Reaping, all children twelve through eighteen have to stand behind a rope, according to age. There are two giant glass balls full of slips of paper on a temporary stage. Each slip has a person's name on it. A person called an escort pulls a random name out of each ball. The person whose name was on the slip of paper walks onto the stage. The escort asks for applause for that year's contestants for the Hunger Games. The Hunger Games was created by the Capitol. They want the Hunger Games to remind the districts that the Capitol is stronger than them.

I walk over to my sister's bed. She looks at me, a tear rolling down her cheek. "Phoenix, it was me." I shake my head. "Scarlett, your name is in the bowl one time. There are girls who have their name in many more times than that." Scarlett pauses for a moment. "Like you?" she asks me. I sigh. "Unfortunately, yes." I gaze out the window. "We better start getting ready."

Scarlett gets out of bed and walks over to her dresser. She takes out a green dress. I walk over to my own dresser and pull out a gray dress. I dress and walk back over to Scarlett. I brush out her hair and put it into a ponytail. I brush my own hair and leave it down. We walk into the kitchen. Our mother has already laid out our breakfast- bread and a mug of leftover stew. We eat without a word.

Not bad for my first fan fiction, huh? I would appreciate ideas for the other tributes and their mentors:D