i dont own the hunger games.

This is another year in the hunger games, very cliche i know.

For most people the reaping is a time of dread. It's a time where you wonder if you're about to head into certain death, with al your loved ones watching. It's a time of fear. But for me, it's a time peace. Where everyone is so caught up in their own worries that no one is bothering me, whether it's teasing or ordering around. I wasn't even that afraid of the games, just another adventure, I always said.

The morning of the reaping I woke up early. I looked around my small room with the same dismay I always do. It was a square with a single bed that took up half of it and a dresser that I could barely open and a door. Whenever I stood up in my room I had about a meter of space.

I knew that people lived in worse rooms than this one. When I use to live in the community center, people who came in were so excited to have a bed, let alone their own room. But this was district one, where every house was the size of a justice building and people were fat.

I walked out of my room into a grand hallway and out the door onto the expensive street. Almost no one is out, their all sleeping in on the holiday, because in district one, the reaping is really just another holiday.

After my hour long jog, my shower and I've eaten, I start making a heavy breakfast for the family I live with. I moved to district one when I was thirteen.

I grew up in the community home in district ten, where I barely had enough to eat and was always cold. But that didn't stop me. Everyone in town knew who I was, they knew me by name. If there was ever something knew to try that included danger, I was the first one there. When I turned thirteen, I was just hopping my name would get reaped. I had promised my best friend, Dakota that I wouldn't volunteer, but it didn't stop me from hoping.

That year during the victory tour, I jumped of the top of the justice building. Of course there was pool there, but it was little shallower than I expected. When I woke up, I we in district one, with a promise of food a caring family and a good life.

But the family wasn't caring, There were five of them, Adrianna, the mother, Merissa, who was five years my elder, Contrim , who as three years older than me and Tynan who was my age. They ordered me around and made me their servant. Every day for two years I wished I was still starving in district 10.

Everyone had ensemble in the square by nine. I wasn't paying attention to the people talking; I was letting my mind wander over every reaping I had been to, with my friends, Dakota and Casper beside me.

"Ladies first," said a man with a tattooed third eye on his head. "The female tribute for District one is...Kiyoshia Ballerea!"

I looked up toward the stage, confused. I wondered if I had heard wrong, was it my name they called?

"Kiyoshia Ballerea" Called the man again. Hearing the name again, I knew it was me.

"Finally" I said, detaching myself from the other fifteen year-old's. With a casual shrug of my shoulder, I walked to the front of the stage, the first step to my death.