A/N: Hey! This is my first story, hope you guys like it! I'm new to this, so please read and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own the amaziful Hunger Games. *tear*
It's reaping day today. I look around for my pet llama, Joe, but he's not here. Oh, well. He probably went to play with the blue flying turtles. My friend Ed owns them. Why are you looking at me like that?
Joe is red. He's like my brother to me. My own stupid brother pays no attention to me. "Yeah, I'm talking about you, Fred!" I yell at my older brother. "Oh shut up!" He and his girlfriend, Hannah, yell at the same time. Hannah freaks me out. She reminds me of my third- grade teacher's chinchilla. Isn't that freaky?
"Mom, I'm going to Ed's house" I yell to my mother.
"Okay dear, but be careful!" she replies.
Ed lives next door. Fred jokes around and says we're a couple, but we're not. We're both special. He's the only one that sees what I see.
"Ed!" I yell to him. He's in his backyard. I can hear him. We've just won the battle with the pink lizards that were invading his house. We were lucky; he almost got his head cut off.
"Hey Bo. I was just checking around for any pink lizards that lived. There's none so far. Want to help?"
"Sure." Don't tell anyone, but I kind of like him. Actually, Joe is dating one of his turtles, so I don't think it'll work out.
We look around, but don't find any pink lizards. I tell him goodbye, because the reaping is at 11:00. All of District 4 has to be there. I hurry home to find a sea-green dress on my bed, the same exact color of my eyes. The same eyes that spy Joe coming in through the doggy door I made for him, since he can't open the door.
"Joe! Give me a minute, I'm getting dressed!" He turns around while I quickly change into the dress. I pat his head and head to the town square. It's already packed. I head to the 16 section and sit. Just in time, too, because the mayor steps up to the podium. He begins the speech about the "Dark Days," blah, blah, blah. I nod off for a little bit. Joe and I were playing chess late last night. I awaken to Frankie Tarajenmuldo's voice. "Ladies first." She's so old, this just bores her.
"Bo Winters."
I walk up to the podium, thinking I won an award. Frankie asks for any volunteers, but there's none. That surprises me. Usually some people trip over themselves to get this award, or whatever I'm getting.
She walks over to the boy's ball and chooses Ed. I get excited; Ed and I get the same award! No one volunteers for him, either. Huh, strange…
Before I know it, everyone's clapping and cheering. We're pushed into the Justice Building, where our families congratulate us for winning. I can't wait to brag to my brother!