I hate Mondays. I have to go to school. I have to work extra hours at my uncle's mechanic workshop. Even though today is a public holiday, I still hate Mondays. Today is the reaping for the Hunger Games.
Yay. I think sarcastically. I wonder what would happen if I didn't go to the reaping… all I feel like doing is sleeping. Slowly, I creep to the small dining area to see what the time is. 6:00am. Usually, I have to be at school by 7am. I guess the only positive thing about the reaping is that there is no school. The reaping isn't until noon. No one is awake, yet, so I go back to bed.
"Mai! Get up. The reaping is soon and you have to get changed!" Mum walked out of my room and I open my eyes. The plain cement ceiling stares at me. Nearly everyone in District 6 lives in an apartment. All the apartments are cement. No colours, really, here in District 6. We provide the transportation for The Capitol. But, we rarely use mechanical forms of transportation. We walk.
District 6 is large, but walking is a lot cheaper. And I mean a lot! Most families earn a low income, so we aren't as poor as some districts, like District 12, but, money is quite tight.
I slowly peel out of bed, dreading the day ahead. I get changed into a floral tunic and tights. Stare in the mirror at my reflection. Tall, Blond hair in a high pony tail, how I like it. I look older for my age, too. I've been mistaken for a 25 year old, once. I walk out into the small living room and kitchen to eat breakfast. My little sister, Lila and her twin brother, Woody, are babbling away in baby talk. I really hope the Hunger Games aren't around in eleven years, when they turn twelve. I'm 17 and I have my name in the event 10 times… a 10 in 400 chance, I guess.
I could get chosen.
I don't feel hungry anymore.
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