I sat up and looked out of the window. Today was the day of dread. Today I would have to worry about the reaping. But there was something different this year. Oh yeah, now the twins' names were eligible to be called at the reaping. They are males, so I couldn't volunteer, either. There was nothing I could do to save one of them if they had to go. And no one would.

I stood slowly and got out of bed. Mother had already laid out my reaping clothes. And I noticed it was the gown that she had worn to her sister's funeral. Yep, I was actually going to wear it. Today was just as full of grief as the funeral was, if not more. The Hunger Games. The name slips into my mind and I shiver. "Annie, time to get up!" I call out to my 11 year-old sister.

She glares at me for a moment and then gets up. She looks at my dress with loathe and goes to find Mother to ask for breakfast. Annie underestimates the Hunger Games by too much. And that could be dangerous.

"MOTHER!" I shout, not caring if I wake the twins and my other sister. Jared looks up at me, "I know it's the Reaping Day, but do you really need to SHOUT?" We laugh for a moment and then we are back to grief.

I dress in the black dress and put on my pearls. I knew I was eligible, VERY eligible, for the Hunger Games as well. My mother is Joanna Mason, former winner of the Hunger Games. "Mom?" I ask. "D-Do you think the all of us have a chance?" Mother looks at me for a moment. She clears her throat, but stays silent. The thing the two of us dread the most is that me AND one of the twins will have to go it. I just hope that is not so!

I head down to the forrest circle with Jared and Aaron. "B-Bridget?" Jared asks me. I look at him, to let him know that I am listening. "What happens if one of the three of our names gets called?" Aaron asks me. I stay silent, like Mother. This makes Jared and Aaron worry, I think. What IS the chance? I ask myself. The chance is wide. Very wide. I sigh.

We reach the circle and I enter the line for girls my age; 15. I wait until the announcer comes out. I wish for a change we would have Effie Trinket, she's really nice.

And it seems that this year, I got lucky! "Hello, District 7! Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever your favor!" Effie announces ,we all cheer. She turns the wheel. "Ladies first!" She adds cheerfully. My mom sits up on the stage, seeing as she is the mentor. My mother comes up next to Effie.

"I don't know how you do things, but here, the mentor chooses out the names." my mother tells Effie. Effie looks at her confused for a moment. She was about to argue, but then she must have remembered she was talking to a woman who was known as a killing machine in the games. "Whatever you say, Joanna..."

My mom spins the wheel and grabs a card. She reads it over and turns white. Mother stays silent, not wanting to speak. This puts a bad feeling in my stomach. "Who is it, Joanna?" The mayor asks my mother kindly.

"It-It's my daughter! Bridget Mason! NO!" Mother screams, tears pouring out of her eyes. I freeze for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. I here someone scream, and my brothers run to me. A boy parallel in line with me, I think his name is Leo, looks at me with shock. Then he removes my brothers from my waist and I walk up on stage.

Mother is crying screaming curses, "NOT HER! NOT MY DAUGHTER!" I go over to calm her down. "Mother, shh. Calm down. All will be right. I will win." Mother looks at me sadly but nods. "So, Joanna... Do you want to read the next name and hope it's not your son?" Effie teases. But that was crossing the line. It was my turn to get angry. I launch myself at Effie and start screaming at her. "Don't you dare say that!" I screamed maliciously. Effie's pink wig slightly shifts as Mother removes me from her.

"Leo Jones."

I hear the name and freeze, letting go of Effie. I look at Leo with wide eyes. And I think of the boy who removed my brothers, and how he will be my partner. And that's when my tears start to come.