My name is Rosetta Cambridge. I'm sixteen years old with dark and gray eyes. I have a younger brother named Maury. We live in the Seam of District 12. Our parents are part of a rebellion against President Snow in the Capitol. I joined the rebellion when I was fourteen. Maury plans on joining when he's fourteen. I go hunting every Sunday with my dad, Jonah. Maury goes to gather berries and mint leaves. It was illegal to go to the woods. Maury and I were two of the brave souls who snuck out there every Sunday.

I've yet to experience the Hunger Games. My name has been in the bowl for four years now. So far, I've never been picked. My luck changed five years ago when it finally was. That's when I met, and fell for, Haymitch Abernathy.

Maury woke me up with his whimpering. I rolled over with a groan.

"Maury, shut up",I said. "I know you're worried. You won't be picked. You're name's only been in twice."

"I know, Rose", Maury whispered. "I'm not scared for myself. I'm scared for you."

I understood what he meant. My name's been entered thirty times in four years.

"Don't worry", I said. "I know how to survive. Hopefully, we'll get Blossom again. I actually like her."

Maury snorted and got out of our bed. I got up and walked our parents room. Mom had laid out one of her old dresses. The dress was a pretty blue gray with short sleeves. Dad was talking to Maury in our room. I pulled the dress over my head. Mom ran a brush through my hair then braided it. Maury walked out in plain pants and shirt. We pulled on our shoes and ate a little bit. An hour later, we walked to the Justice building. Everyone waited nervously for a while. Blossom stepped out and began the President's speech. I half listened while watching Blossom looked around.

Blossom has mint green hair and silver eyes today. Last year she had hot pink hair and aquamarine eyes. She somehow pulled off two completely different colors. She made them look great together because she's still young. After the speech, she got started.

"Good morning everyone", she said. "I'll skip all the boring mumbo jumbo. Let's get to picking the tributes. Girls first."

I said a silent prayer it wasn't my best friend, Angel Starworth.

"Angel Starworth" Blossom called.

My feet and voice reacted before me. Angel is only thirteen.

"NO", I screamed. "No, I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!"

Angel looked at me mortified. I didn't at the time. I couldn't let her die. She wouldn't survive past the second day. I was marched forward to the stage.

"What's your name, honey", Blossom asked.

"Rosetta Cambridge", I said.

"How do you know Angel", she inquired.

"Angel and I are cousins", I said.

I knew it was a lie but we so close. Angel and her family were apart of ours. Haymitch sat in a chair looking a little amused. Blossom reached into the second bowl.

'Not Maury'

I thought. 'Anyone but Maury.'

"Milano Pepperidge", Blossom said into the microphone.

I let go of the breath I was holding. Maury was safe. He couldn't be chosen if I won. If I won, my family would never have to worry. I entered the Justice building with Milano. We went to separate rooms.