I stand here waiting ansiouxly to hear from Liola Pallor which innocent girl from District Four will be sent off to fight in The Hunger Games. I like to think it's impossible for me to get chosen, with my name only in the drawing 4 times, but the fear is still there. Over the years, there have been few things that frighten me, and being Reaped is one of them. "Shall we chose the ladies first?" Liola ask retoricly. The square is completly silent. She reaches her purple painted nails into the large bowl filled with the names of all the girls ages 12-18 in District Four. Somewhere in there Beatrice Prior, my name, is hidden. My heartbeat picks up as she pulls out a name. She shuffles over to the micraphone. "Beatrice Prior!" Her voice fills the whole crowd. I freeze. This can't be happening! It probably just my ears hearing something. It can't be me.

My theroy is provoked when the rest of the sixteen year old girls clear a path. My legs feel weak. Christina, my best friend, grabs my hand. "You'll be alright," she whispers to me. She gives my hand a reassuring squeze. I fight back tears as realization hits me. I, Beatrice, am going to be sent to fight in the Hunger Games and probably won't survive. Bravely, I walk up to the stage in my grey dress. Liola smiles to me. "Well congradulations to you!" She squecks in her Capitol accent.

I zone out of the rest of the ceremony. I wonder what I will say to my family when I'm given time to talk to them before I leave. Hopefully, Christina and my other friends will come and see me too.

"Tobias Eaton!" Inturrupts my thoughts. I instantly recgonize the name. Tobias is the mayor of District Four's son. Although my parents are close friends with Marcus, I've only seen his son once or twice before. He walks up quickly. He doesn't even appear to be afraid. I don't know how that's possible though. He walks up and stands right next to me. "Congratulations to both of you! Now if you'll shake hands," she guestures. I turn to face him and extend my hand out. He grabs it and shakes it, his hands cold. He is atleast a foot taller than me. His eyes are bluer than the clear lake I have grown up by. I'd be lying if I didn't admit he is handsome.

Peacekeepers usher us back into the Justice Building where I will say my last goodbyes to everyone I've loved.