"Wake up!", called my mother from the hall. I knew what today was. It was the day of the reaping. The day two tributes from each district would we chosen to fight to the death in the choosen arena. The thought made me shudder. Especially if one person I knew was picked to participate. Katniss Everdeen. I think I've loved her since her father was killed in the mine explosion, or when she sang for our class and made the birds sit quietly to listen. It could have even been the many occasions when my eyes met hers at school, always watching her. It would be terrible if she was ever choosen. If she died, there would be no one to take care of Prim or her mother. They would be left to starve while others would live on, just like they did every year. The tributes from the other eleven districts who didn't win were always forgotten shortly after the games were over, sometimes even during the games. Those thoughts always triggered the same feeling. The one that made me feel like melting or just fading away.