When I wake up, the other side of the bed is empty. My fingers stretch out and I only feel the other side of my cold bed. Thank God Edward wasn't watching me while sleeping again. This must only mean one thing- Edward is putting on glitter for the Reaping.

I prop myself up on one elbow. There's enough light in the room to see my dad, Charlie, curled up with my step sister, Rafflesia. In his sleep, my father looks older; memories of my mother and death tear him down. Esia is as pure as a garbage can, as lovely as the Rafflesia for which she was named. My father was quite a sex cat too. Or so they tell me.

Sitting at Esia's knees, farting on her, is the world's stupidest cat. What is the purpose of cats anyways? They don't fight over my love or try to kill my family by sucking their blood. This is why dogs are better; or wolves in particular.

His nose is out in a point with his ears perked up hearing the world, eyes the color of grass. She named him Piss, insisting that his mustard yellow coat matched the bodily fluid. It's afraid. Of me, I don't know. I think it's more scared of Edward because he looks at it like its sushi every time he comes over.

I remember when I first found him. I was sitting in the forest writing my pathetic life story down in a notebook (which by the why I might publish; I'm thinking of calling it "The Twilight Saga") when I saw a set of paws walking around. I thought it was a friend of Jacob, the werewolf that my dad adores, so I looked up. Instead of seeing hard, nasty claws, I saw fluffy cheeks looking up at me. I wanted to trap it so it could be my first kill when Edward turns me into a vampire, but Esia made me promise to not kill him. Edward and Jacob both hate him. The only thing they both agree on.

I swing my legs off the bed and walk down stairs into the kitchen. I poured myself a bowl of my favorite cereal- Grumpios (who wants to eat Cheerios when your life sucks). Right when I took my first bite I saw a big disco ball right behind me.

"God Edward why do you have to scare me all the time can I eat in peace?"

"Sorry babe." He laid his fairy wand on the table.

"Are you looking forward to the Reaping?" The sarcasm in his tone was very prominent.

The Reaping is an event that the government holds each year. Two kids are picked from the ages 2-18, one of each gender, to fight to the death in an arena for the Volturi's entertainment for the annual Hunger Games. Vampires like crazy stuff like that. One year it was in a ball pit. That's the first year someone from our district won. It was also the first year a toddler won the competition.

Edward is very lucky. He, along with the government, is a vampire. Because of this, he has only a very slight chance of getting picked. The government says they enter vampires in the drawing but no one has ever seen a vampire in the arena.

For the rest of us, our name is put into the drawing once every time you complain. Usually the poorer you are the more you have to complain about. My family is middle class. I hold the record for the most entries.

"No, but I guess it's practice for when you turn me into a vampire."

"That is if you make it out alive."

"God Edward just because your internal temperature is like -0 degrees doesn't mean you have to be such an asshole."

"We could do it, you know."

"What are you talking about?"

"Leave the District. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it."

"But there will be nothing to complain about. Besides, we have to go to the Reaping. Now go. I can hear my dad waking up."

He picks up his wand off the table, sprinkles a little pixie dust on himself, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone. So effortlessly he disappear from my point of view. I wonder what he's going to do now. Hopefully not try to fly again. My dad gets tired of getting him down from trees. He gets stuck easily.

My dad lazily walked down stairs holding Esia's hand, yawning. Esia is already in her pink dress; the dress that I used to wear for most of my Reapings until I grew out of it.

"Good morning little Fuck!"

I help Esia tie the bow in the back of her dress and put her hair in one long braid.

Fuck is a nickname I call her. That's what my parents used to call her when she was a little baby. After mom died, Charlie has never called her that again. Only I still do.

Esia turned around and gave me a big hug. She whispers "thank you" and then sits down at the dining room table.

Our house is tiny, almost miniscule. It is located at the edge of District 12. A few streets over from my block are the gates that lock us in. I don't know if the gates are trying to lock us in, or trying to lock something out. I guess I'll never know.

I grew up hearing stories of my mother's hunting abilities. Sadly I do not have any of these. This sucks because I can't help provide my family with fresh meat, and it will be harder for me to hunt when Edward turns me into a vampire. I so can't wait.

My house is the smallest house on the block. When you enter through the door, to the left there is an old couch covered in alcohol stains. My dad is a heavy drinker. To the left of that is an old oak dining table. Stacked upon it are used school books checked out at the library. In front of the couch is an old TV. The surface is covered with old coffee rings and pictures of my mother. In front of the table is the doorway to the kitchen. In front of the door is the staircase to the upstairs. Up there there is a bathroom and a bedroom. Sadly no walk in closet. Everyone needs a walk in closet. And a windowless room for their vampire boyfriend.

There was a knock on the door. Charlie looks out the window and saw a short girl with a matching dark hair pixie cut standing with a box in her hand, smiling.

"Oh, Alice, come in!"

Alice is Edward's sister.

"Sorry for coming this early. Yesterday I was out shopping and thought that, since this will be Bella's last Reaping, she should have a new dress. " She sets the gown down on the stack of history books. She left before anyone could say thank you.

Since Piss puked on my outfit from last year, I was internally grateful. I took the dress and ran upstairs to try it on.

The dress was a deep purple. Dark and vibrant colors are a lot more expensive so most of my dresses are pastels. I hate this because I can't buy a dress dark enough to match the darkness of my soul.

Edward and his family are able to afford dark, rich colors because of his dad's wealth. Carlisle, Edward's "dad", is a doctor. Because of this, they are able to live comfortably in a mansion by the Victor's Village, which is the place of residence for Hunger Games winners. When we get married I can get part of that wealth too. Maybe I can book my first gynecologist appointment.

The dress was medium length and hit right above my knee. It had a sweet heart neckline- how ironic. It cinched in at the waist bringing out the little curve I have in my boy-looking body. It was beautiful. I put my hair up in a braided bun and ran downstairs.

"Wow. I have nothing to bitch about. I'm totally bitchless."

"That's a first," mocks my dad.

"Shut up," I retaliate. He laughs.

I look at the clock. "Look, it's 1:45. It's almost time for the Reaping. We should go now."

Charlie kisses me and Esia on the cheek and gave us each huge hugs. Parents aren't allowed to go to the Reapings. "I love you two so much. Have I ever told you how much you look like your mother?"

We both chuckle. "Yes," I respond, "almost every day."

"Always remember that." He smiles.

Me and Esia walk hand and hand out the door to our fate.