The Reaping. I loathe this day. Why do we even have to fight in the stupid Hunger Games anyway? We get it we're all the Capitols bitches.
After what happened last year I'm not looking forward to this. I'm standing next to my best friend, Cat Valentine, in line. She gives my hand a squeeze and whispers, "Don't worry, you won't be reaped again. The odds are definitely in your favor."
God, I hope you're right Cat. This is the last year I can even be reaped.
They, again, told us the history of the Hunger Games before Effie Trinket went to draw names. Our only two victors, Katniss Everdeen and Haymitch Abernathy, were in their places a bit behind her. At least Haymitch looks sober this time.
I tuned out Effie until she plucked a name out of the ball. My heart stopped when she said "Tori Vega."
Cat started to freak out beside me and I knew she was about to volunteer. I put a finger over her lips and said "Don't." I quickly plant a kiss on her forehead before walking up to the stage.
"Tori Vega. You're name is very familiar." Effie said.
"I was reaped last year." I said. "My sister volunteered."
Effie asked for volunteers and no one volunteered. Good. I'm not letting someone else die for me.
She picked from the boys ball and Robbie Shapiro was reaped. He's my friend...sort of. He's weird and it's so obvious he's crushing on me. I'm not even into him.
The only thing I can think of for the rest of the Reaping is that I'm going to die.