The day of the reaping is something every district dreads each year, but not the fourth district; in fact, we were among the richest districts and us children have been trained at a very young age to fight in the Hunger Games, but I never really enjoyed the thought of killing someone for someone's entertainment. In fact, the very thought of death made me feel sick to my stomach. The speech was about to start, but I zoned out during most of the speech since I've known this speech for nearly sixteen years. Despite my lack of attention, I was still aware of everyone's eagerness to get to the actual 'reaping' of this day. If I could I would just walk out to avoid the Reaping, but with so many peacekeepers, I would be shot down if I tried running from the so called 'fate' of my kind.
After the sounds of the speech was over, the woman walked over to a jar filled with every girl's name in the District and picked out a slip of paper. All the girls looked in anticipation; wondering if their name was picked for this year's Hunger Games.
"Nova Stratosphere!" I heard her shout.
I gulped as I tried to get through the crowds with the help of the peacekeepers and looked upon my district members, having the sense that this was going to be the last time I'm going to see their faces before I die. Little did I know what the capitol had in store for me. My name is Nova Stratosphere, and here's the story of how my Hunger Games went.