It was the day before the reaping, so my cousin and I decided to go fishing. Sarah was my cousin, she was three years older than me. Her parents had died in a boating accident that had killed about sixteen people, so she was living with us now.

I grabbed my trident and we made our way down to the docks. "Are you ready for tomorrow," she asked. "I don't think anyone looks forward to tomorrow," I say. "That's true," Sarah said.

I could see a fish starting to swim closer to the side of the dock. I waited till it got close enough and then I speared it with my trident. Sarah laughed, "How did you get so good with that thing?" I laughed, "I don't know, it just kind of came to me."

We continued to fish, once we were finished we took our fish down to my dad's boat. "Dad look what we got," I said showing him the fish. "Those are nice you two," he said taking the stringer out of my hand.

"I'll clean them here and bring them home for dinner tonight," he said. "Sounds good," I say. Sarah and I left the boat and decided to go down to the beach. A majority of our day is spent at the beach.

We get to the beach and sit right where the water meets the sand. I look out at the horizon and think I might never see it again. "Finnick," Sarah says, "are you okay? You have that look on your face." What look was she talking about?

"I'm fine, just worried about tomorrow," I say. Sarah gives me a hug and says, "You are fourteen, your name is only entered three times." I look up and give a half smile, "I guess you're right." "I know I am right," she says.

Sarah was one of the most caring people I had ever met. She was like an older sister to me, which made me worry about her odds of getting picked during the reaping. "I'm worried about you getting picked," I say. "Me? Finnick, I will be fine," she smiles. How is she so positive about all of this?

I look around the beach and notice some seaweed has made its way up to the shore. "Sarah, there's seaweed," I get up and run over to the seaweed, "we can take this to mom and make seaweed bread."

Both of us start gathering seaweed. As disgusting as the bread sounds, it is surprisingly delicious. Once we gather the seaweed we head home to take it to my mother.

I open the door, "mom we got seaweed for bread," I say. My mom is standing in the kitchen washing plates. "I will take this off your hands, Sarah can you get the other ingredients?" I go to the back of the house and see dad cooking the fish.

"Do you need any help," I ask. He gives a smile, "no Finnick I think I will be ok."

Thirty minutes later we have dinner. "Sarah, Finnick," my mom says, "tomorrow is the reaping and both of us want you to know that whatever happens we will always support you and love you." Sarah grabs my hand, "it's going to be alright, Finnick."

I start eating my fish and my seaweed bread. I make sure to eat every last bite of it, who knows how much I will eat after today?

When dinner is over my parents tell Sarah and I to go to sleep. They want us to get plenty of rest before the reaping. Sarah's room is right across from mine. She comes into my room and gives me a hug, "sweet dreams," she says kissing me on the forehead.

I get into bed and just stare at the ceiling for about ten minutes thinking about tomorrow. I decide it's pointless to think about, whatever happens just happens and I go to sleep.