The Reaping – Chiffon's POV

I woke up to the sound of my brother yelling at me to wake up.

"Come on! Get up! Mum is calling you down!" My brother said.

I dragged myself out of bed and got ready for today.

Today was the Quarter Quell. A special year for the Games. It was supposed to be an honor to represent your District, an honor of going into the Games.

But not for me. I hate the Games. Every year I fear of getting picked. I guess everyone does too, but not in District 1. I think about it as being sent off to your death, making yourself slowly suffer in the arena.

I took out the dress my mum gave me yesterday. I went to the bathroom and put it on. It was the color of soft pink and was very fluffy. It looked good on me, I thought.

I ran out of my room and down the stairs. I almost tripped over my feet, in the process.

"Kay! I'm ready!" I said, running into the kitchen.

"You look beautiful!" My mother exclaimed.

My brother rolled his eyes.

"Oh don't worry Luke, you look beautiful too!" I said, with my voice filled with sarcasm.

Luke was a year older than me, so he was 18. It was his last year at a chance of getting reaped. He looked like me, blond, blue eyes, tall, and athletic.

"I already know that. I'm also strong," he said smugly. "And attractive. Did I mention attractive?"

Luke was also arrogant. He thinks he can do absolutely anything.

I laughed, "Attractive, eh? Hideous, try hideous."

Luke was about to retort, but my mother cut him off. "You both are beautiful, now head on out to the Reaping. It's about to start." My mother said, pushing me toward the door.

"But I hadn't even had breakfast!" I complained.

"Here," Luke said getting up, and tossing me a bread roll.

I caught it, "This is all I get?" I asked, still complaining.

"Yup," Luke said. "Come on," he continued, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me out the door.

"Bye mum!" I said, closing the door.

When I stepped outside, hundreds of people we heading to the Justice Building. I felt like was being squished by these people, smaller and smaller every time.

Soon enough, we were about to sign in. The peacekeepers pricked my finger, it stung a little. After that, I headed over to the 17 year olds while Luke headed to the 18 year olds

"Meet you at home later, Luke!" I said calling out to him.

He gave me a small wave in return.

The Reaping started almost right after I found a spot to stand in. The mayor read the Treaty of Treason. Then they played the video, the same one every year. Explaining why we have the Hunger Games. Our escort, Louis Reade, soon stepped onto the stage.

"Hello! Hello!" He said in his Capitol accent. "This year is a very special year! It is a Quarter Quell!" He said, pulling out an envelope with the Capitol seal stamped on it.

He opened it and read it. A surprised expression soon grew on his face. "Well! This year we all have ladies as tributes! No gentlemen, very interesting!" He said, excited. "Let's get on with it!"

I drew in a breath; this is almost my last year to get reaped. I'm probably not going to get reaped. I hope not. All these thoughts ran in my head as our escort pulled out a tiny slip from the glass bowl containing a name in it.

"Chiffon Catalano!" He announced.

The name hit me like a bucket of very cold ice water. I knew that girl…That girl was me.

People turned in my direction and looked at me. I put on an uneasy look on my face. Forgetting that I was supposed to look happy. Forgetting that I was supposed to be honored to represent my district.

I walked up the stage and looked at a very colorful Louis.

"Aren't you a pretty girl?" He asked me. I gave him a small smile in return. "Any volunteers?" He asked, looking at the crowd.

Sadly, no one volunteered for me. I didn't expect someone would, but I had hopes.

"Now, the other tribute!" He said, walking towards the bowl again. His hand plunged into the bowl, finding another name.

Another unfortunate name that has an owner who will be forced into the arena. Like me, exactly like me, I thought.

I scanned the crowd, looking for my brother. I found him; he had a sad look on his face, almost mad. I quickly looked away, knowing if I didn't, I would start crying. I found my mother next. Mum, I called her. She had silent tears falling down her face; I gave her a small smile. Trying to reassure her I would be fine.

"Amber Schorl!" Louis yelled into the crowd.

The girl came up, you know that saying, 'Big things come in small packages?' Well, she was like that. She was short, but you could tell she was strong. You could tell she worked out. She had blank face on, not showing any emotions. But I was pretty sure wasn't happy getting picked.

The Reaping passed by in a blur after that. Louis asked for volunteers, no one came up. Amber and I shook hands. Louis announced that we were the 100th Hunger Games tributes, ending the Reaping.