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I felt a knife stab my back. I whirled around, and screamed in agony. I knew I could never save myself. So I just lay down to die.
I sat up in bed so hard, I felt my head bang the ceiling. Sweat was pouring down my face. I looked around and saw my small bedroom. "AMBER, GET UP! TODAY IS THE REAPING!" "Ok", I called back weakly. I was still rattled from my dream. I sighed. Today was the reaping, and I was only thirteen. I hoped with all my heart that I wouldn't be reaped. My seven year old sister Petal needed me. My dad had died when I was 9 leaving me with my stepmother, and Petal. I'll never know why our dad married her. My stepmother hates Petal and me. She either ignores us completely or she's screaming her head off at us. I know that she hates me more than Petal though. One time, she tried to hit Petal, and I defended her. I hit our stepmother and made her bleed. Then, she broke my finger. The only nice thing she does for us is let us stay in her home. She doesn't even feed us. I have to go out and hunt for Petal and me. I mostly just hunt rabbits and other small animals, but during the day I have to go out and work in the fields. I'm in District 11 which explains why we're living in a small ragged shack. I get out of bed, and pull out my reaping clothes. It's just a plain blue dress, but I love it. My dad gave it to me a long time ago and said that someday I would grow into it. Now it finally fits me. I pull it on, and looked in my small cracked mirror. I have light brown/ golden hair, and I'm really skinny since we don't have a lot of food. Then, my gaze finds the little pin on my small table. It is of a golden horse with fire coming from its back legs as its running. My dad gave it to me right before he died. I put it on my dress, and walk over to Petal's bed. I gently tap her shoulder. "Petal, sweetie it's time to get up. Today is the reaping. I'll help you pull on your dress." She opens her eyes and climbs out of bed. "Good morning Amber." She says sleepily. I walk over to her chest of clothes, and help her pull on her white reaping dress, and comb out her hair. Then, we walk out of the room.
Our stepmother glared at us as we walked into the room. "Get outside, and go to the reapings." "Well, you could at least say good morning to us. You don't have to be rude about it." I snapped back. "Amber lets go." Petal said." "YES! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT YOU-"I didn't hear the rest of what she said because I slammed the door, and Petal and I ran toward the reapings. When we got there I gave her a quick hug, and said, "I'll see you later Petal". "Bye Amber!" she said. Then, I was shoved toward the 13 year old section by the peacekeepers. Then, the person who picks the names, said "Ladies First!" I thought to myself, please not me. Please not me. Don't pick me. Don't pick me Petal needs me. Don't pick-"Amber Andrews" the voice rang out loud and clear.