I don't want to go

"Good morning father, nice day today?" was the first words of my day that would change my live forever.

"Yes I suppose it is, and this year you get to go to your first Hunger Games reaping." Said my father in the most caring voice I would ever hear.

"But father I don't want to go!" I said vigorously then ran straight off to my bedroom closet.

Then, as my father ran after me, he yelled "None of us do dear, but it is not your decision, it's none of ours. It's their decision and if you don't do as they please they will…. Will…"

"Kill me I know, it happened to Mother." Then dad stopped as if the whole memory came back in flash. Then he finally said

"Come on, I have something for you set out on your bed, get ready."

Then I walked out of the closet and saw the most beautiful dress I've seen. It was a bright, baby blue with white lace at the end of the long skirt. Then from the kitchen I heard my father say that we leave in an hour.

An hour later

Our district 9 escort takes out the name for the girls. Everyone pauses, waiting. And then…

She said my name.