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Part 1

Chapter 1

"Fae Fennec!" Xavier Wilkens, District Five's escort, says loudly into the microphone, reading out the name on the slip of paper. I stood there, frozen, speechless, but mainly scared. No, that is an understatement; terrified is a more fitting word. I stepped out of the group of 17 year olds, and began walking toward the stage, to be presented as my district's female sacrifice to the Hunger Games this year. I reached the last step on the stairs, Xavier took my hand and…

…The sunlight shines through my window, waking me up. I immediately jump out of bed and look around the room, assuring myself that it was all just a dream. Another understatement, it was a nightmare. My sixth Reaping Day and I still have terrifying dreams the night before.

Time to wash up and get dressed for the reaping. "One more reaping after this one and I won't have to worry anymore," I tell myself as I'm washing my fiery red hair. After I dry myself off and begin brushing the tangles out, I realize that this may not be entirely a good thing. I won't be eligible to sign up for the tesserae, with which I can earn a meager amount of grain, barely enough to get a little bit of food into us. By us I mean my family and I, who are known to our community as the Fennecs.

My family consists of my older brother, my father and myself. My older brother Felix had become too old to participate in the Games last year, which meant less grain, but also meant his safety. He is not required to attend the reaping, so he is most likely sleeping in for the first time in seven years. My father left at dawn to work at one of the many power plants in our district, but will be at the reaping. District Five is in charge of supplying the Capitol with electricity. The only advantage that we have is we have a little more access to electricity than the other districts, but that's all. The only thing electricity is useful for in our house is our television, which we only use to watch mandatory clips anyway. As with most districts, the workers get little pay, meaning little money to buy food. My family has other methods of finding food. We steal.

At dusk, Felix and I sneak around town to find unguarded or left behind food and other useful items. Felix had begun doing this regularly years ago, and I followed soon afterward. We have yet to get caught in the act. Often times, we find little every night, some days we find nothing. This may be due to the fact that we are not the only ones who live in near-constant hunger. The majority of the community is like us, every family saves as much as they can. It is lucky that my brother and I are good at sneaking around stealthily, or we may have starved by now. Stealing is illegal, but as long as we don't get caught, we will have a chance at surviving. Our father considers us lucky to have such skills. How we use them is unethical, but without them, we would have all starved years ago. Survival of the fittest, my brother says. We don't steal everything, of course. Just enough to keep us alive. We care about others in our community as well.

"I guess I am ready to attend the reaping," I say to my reflection as I look into our slightly warped, cracked mirror.

I am wearing a simple sunset-orange dress with white trim. My usual outfit consists of dark, comfortable, flexible clothing that make little noise when moving around. Perfect clothing for sneaking around, and yes, stealing. But everyone attending the reaping dresses up for the occasion, and I don't want to look out of place. Blending in is key. I continue to examine myself in the mirror. I still have the same fiery red hair and amber eyes. My thin, slender face and build are also present. Due to these physical traits of mine, people have always compared me to a fox. A fitting comparison, I suppose. My hair is down. It is usually done up in two buns at the top of my head so it doesn't distract me. My father calls them my 'fox ears.' I suppose my hair does add to my foxlike appearance.

School is cancelled for the day, and workers are allowed to quit early to attend the reaping, since the Capitol considers today a holiday, a time for celebration. No one celebrates. What's there to celebrate about two children between the age of 12 to 18 in our district being chosen and sent to the Capitol and forced to fight to the death with 22 others from the other 11 districts?

Soon it's the afternoon. The clock strikes 1:00 pm, and a bell sounds. Time for the reaping to take place in the town square.