I woke up on Reaping Day morning, scared and, (I hate to admit it.) a little bit excited. I love to see the people that represent District 2 fighting all the other tributes and always winning. I love being part of a Career District. I don't know what I would do if I was from somewhere like District 12! Ew! "Clove!" I hear my mother calling me, and I am forced to jerk myself out of my thoughts. "Breakfast's ready! Hurry up!" she calls, "I'll be there in a minute" I screech back, and quickly brush out my long black hair and put on a knee-length shimmery grey dress. I look out the window, "Matches the sky," I mutter. the sky was dark grey instead of the usual bright blue. Must be an omen, I thought to myself as I sat down at the table.
Usually, my younger brother Phillius and I had protein shakes for breakfast, but today, we were given eggs and crispy bacon. I savored every bite of the meal. "Clove! Phillius! Get your shoes on, and Clove, don't even think about wearing your combat boots!" My mother yelled. My mother used to work in the Nut, a mountain in the center of District 2, and nearly got her eardrums blown out in an explosion. That's why she always yells instead of talking normally. she thinks we can't hear her. My father is another story, he's the town drunk, and everybody used to think that Phillius and i would be a waste of time like him, and I think they still do, even though we exell in training. My father once attacked me when I was eleven, but he made the mistake of cornering me right next to the kitchen knives, and I nearly killed him. I still don't feel bad about it.
"Can I have your hand?" a person asks me, "What?" "Can I have your hand miss?" the Peacekeeper asks me. It takes a moment's thought to realize that I walked all the way to the town hall while I was thinking about my stupid father. I hold out my hand and the Peacekeeper takes a little blood. I walk toward the Fourteen year-old girl section and wait there for what seems like an eternity. Finally, the Capitol escort Phlavia comes to the stage. I barely even hear her as she welcomes us and the video plays. i want to get to the part where they choose the tributes. "Now, it is time to choose the boy and girl who will represent District 2 in the 74th Hunger Games!" Phlavia exclaims. The crowd goes wild. "Ladies first" Phlavia says. She walks over to the glass bowl that has all the girl's names in it and selects one name from the bowl. She takes her time unwrapping the paper and reads the name. "Clove Sevina!"