Andonia sits across from me between us sat a pile of scraps of fabric. I picked up a long strip of turquoise fabric and wove it in to my bracelet. I examined how it looked a black strip with different strips of grey and black tied on to it with an occasional splash of blue, green, or pink. I felt my token represented district 8 perfectly. The dark factories that covered the sky in a constant black cloud, but if you were lucky like I was you could see a few bits of color like when a single flower would peep through the dirt in spring and every one would gather around to see it.
"I can't believe we are already 12," Andonia says. We shiver at the exact same time. I look down at my watch.
"Oh I need to go get ready for the reaping!" I exclaim.
"OH NO I NEED TO GET BACK TO MY HOUSE," Andonia says and jumps up.
"Wait," I grab her wrist, "Promise if one of us gets called we'll come to say goodbye."
"Of course," she responds immediately and pulls me into a hug, "See you at the reaping." And then she runs off. I slip on my new token and hurry to put my dress on.