All I want to do now is lie in the water and float. I don't worry about chores or schoolwork: the reaping is tomorrow and the odds are not, by any means, in my favor.

I listen to the ocean floor below and for minute I wish that the current would take me and pull me under.

"24", I whisper and wonder how it accumulated this year. Tesserae were collected for some food... but mostly for Hana's medicine—but I have no one to blame but myself because no one ever held me responsible for Hana and her illness.

There are careers, though, I tell myself, people who are born and raised for The Games.

I think of the careers and how they would never pass up the chance to volunteer for The Games: their egos wouldn't allow anything less. As I picture them, I feel the tension in my muscle loosen and relax; and for one moment I let body sink slowly to the sea floor…