I wake up to the sound of the pots clanging downstairs. Darn it, I was supposed to bake 3 loaves of bread last night but I never got around to it, oh well maybe the noise underneath me is one of my older brothers doing it for me, Peeta probably. Then it hit me;the store was closed, it was reaping day. Since I was 12 it would be my first time I would be eligible for the hunger games. I wasn't scared, mainly because my family was what you would call rich in 12 so I didn't have to sign up for tesserae and my name would only be in the reaping ball once. I look over at the clock it's 12:30 almost time for the reaping, I slide on the dress that my mom wore for her first reaping and run out the door grabbing a peice of overly stale bread along the way. By the time I get to the square it is almost full. I slip into the 12 year old section and wait until I Effie Trinkit's voice. " happy reaping district 12,"she says in a upbeat hi-pitched voice "and may the odds ever be in your favor. Ladies first" she continues " Primrose Everdeen." Prim was a girl in my grade at school, she was nice but I barely knew her. She was nice enough... " I volunteer as tribute," gasps someone in the crowd, and a girl with brown hair pulled back in a braid stepped unto the stage "What's your name?" Effie asked her
" Katniss Everdeen," she replied
" and I bet that was your sister," Effie was so merry at such a sad event. " and the male tribute is ... Peeta Melark," I gasped. my whole world was falling into the black. My older brother, the only person I could confide in was going to die. "Peeta!" I screamed and ran to pull him back " It's all right Elliot," he reassured me as he pull me of him
" no it's not," I wisper back. It's not ok because he was going to die, leave me on my own. I wanted to tell him this, but they had already gone into the justice building, leaving me on my own in the dark.
