This is definitely not my day. I woke up with the sun shining into my eyes. It almost blinded me. Ugh. I hate the sun. The guy lying next to me was not the Adonis I thought I had brought home, but a greasy looking dirt bag with breath that reeked of booze.

'Get out douche bag' I murmur

'What?' He grunts

'Get out of my Goddamn house'

It's reaping day. I'm hanging. I have Panam's biggest loser in my bed. What am I doing?

I'm eighteen, living alone in district five, the district of power. My parents kicked me out last year after catching me with the third vagrant male I'd slept with that week. I found a small abandoned shack and made it my own. And by making it my own I mean I stuck a mattress in there and a little burner thing to cook on.

'Not so Adonis' finally leaves and I rush off to the lake about five minutes from my home to bathe. It's probably the most beautiful place in the whole district. The only place I'm truly content. I'm lying back, eyes closed, when I see him. Ruffes Devent, District 5 victor, 3rd annual Hunger Games. We slept together three weeks ago. I probably adore him.

'Evan' He acknowledges me.

'Ruffie' I sigh. 'What are you doing here?'

'I wanted to see you before I go to mentor the games. I miss you'

'You miss easy sex' I correct him.

'Is that what you honestly think Ev?'

I turn my head, unable to answer. I hate how much I like him. I'm used to being rejected, but not caring meant it stopped hurting.

'I'll see you when you get back.' I murmur. 'We'll talk then'

He leaves, silently, the sun glimmering in his golden brown hair. I watch his tall broad silhouette as it got further and further away. I want to cry. I've never felt wanted before. It frightens me.

I pull my sweater over my head and walk towards the central power plant. District 5's mayor holds the reapings there to show off his fancy plant to both the Capitol and the other districts. He reckons the other mayors envy his achievements. I reckon he lives on another planet.

The area is packed. Children are swarming to their allocated spots, peacekeepers are shouting orders and escorting people to where they need to go, parents are cordoned off looking nervous as hell and camera crews are lurking trying to get that perfect shot of a frightened looking child.

I sign in and move over to the 18 female section. My names in the bowl plenty. I have to get Tesserae to feed myself and it's my last reaping. Hah, I'm a walking Cliche. The brightly coloured stage lights up and a blue haired man walked on the stage. Bolero Bryan I think he calls himself.

'Ladies and Gentleman, Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be in your favour!' He winks at the cameras. Obviously thinks he's hot stuff. I probably would, I guess. I mean if I was drunk.

Then the video from the Capitol comes on, the Treaty of Treason, the same old bull.

'Ladies first' I watch him pick out a pink slip. 'Evan Lawrence'

Me. It was me. The first person I look for is Ruffie. The shock on his face is apparent. I edge through the crown and join Bolero on the stage.

'Now for the gents' and he picks a blue slip 'Donny May'

No idea who that is until the guy steps up to the stage. He had been in my bed that morning. My 'Not so Adonis' was Donny May. Donny looked ready to knife me already. Crap.

'District five, I give you your tributes - Evan Lawrence and Donny May!'

Relieved clapping. Lucky us.