What the hell is a quarter quell? Why are people so exited about it? I know it has something to do with The Hunger Games but, what the hell?
My father walks in with a shirt, pants, and a comb in his hands. "Go get ready."
"Why?" I know why but I want to hear a good reason from him. "Because the reaping is in two hours and if you're not there on time you will be executed." As I always do every year after I lose the fight with him, I grab the clothes, and leave without giving him eye contact.
I'm in my bedroom getting ready for the reaping. Combing my hair and making sure it's perfect incase I do get reaped. Which won't happen because I didn't get tesserae. Unlike someone else in my class who got one thousand slips of it because he thinks that The Hunger Games is amazing.
I walk downstairs and say goodbye to my mother -who's crying- and my father who knows that I'm not going to get picked.
I walk my 12 year old brother (Omae) and my 14 your brother (Ninch) to the massive line of children waiting to get their blood taken so they can join the crowd of people waiting to win the worst lottery in the world. Its a little intense but who cares because we live in Panem, and that's just how we roll. Dumb Capitol. It's just full of rainbow coloured freaks with stupid hair, who just love to watch poor, innocent children fight to the death every year.
"Name and age please?" Says the lady at the table. "Mylae Juan and I'm seventeen." She grabs my right hand, pricks my finger, then tells me to carry on.
By the time Leogard Pec -The Escort- starts talking about the games and why we have them, my finger is still bleeding. I don't know why because it always stops straight away, but it's looking a little flatter than usual. And purple too.
I start to pay attention as Leogard starts talking about what's going to happen in the fourth ever a quarter quell.
"This year is the 100th anniversary of The Hunger Games and also known as the fourth quarter quell. So this year there will be no training and everyone shall get there advice and be trained by their mentors. No one is to be trained in the training centre." Yeah that's smart seeing as district 11 has no alive victors. Which means no mentors because they were all killed 25 years ago when the second Panem war happened.
Leogard dips his hand in the girls bowl. "Tam Richette." Man do I feel sorry for her. Actually, I'm looking at her and I recognise her from school. Isn't she the girl who got in a massive fight at school and took down three ninth graders? Well at least someone is prepared.
He walks over to the boys bowl. "Aiydel Chime." Just as expected. It was the kid who's name was in 1000 times. He looks terrified. I'm starting to think he doesn't think it's that amazing after all.
"No. I'm not going. You can't make me." When peacekeepers grab hold of him, he punches one in the face and blood splatters out of mouth. Without hesitation the other one shoots him in the head and his blood splatters on the people behind him. Including my 14 year brother.
Leogard grabs another slip and reads it aloud again "Aiydel Chime." He scrunched up the piece of paper and throws it away. The expression on his face makes me want to burst out laughing. "Okay, sorry about the inconvenience, this year's male tribute will be...Mylae Jaun." That's it. I'm dead.