"Wake up, Lillian! The Reaping Coverage began in the Capitol at least half an hour ago!"

I groaned. My eyes fluttered open cautiously, all too aware my sister had turned the lights on to full brightness. On my side, I could see Juniper, her golden locks coiled around her head, a ridiculous neon green head piece fashioned into a flower perched on her skull. I stifled a laugh, coughing, then sat up, rubbing my eyes. Juniper sat at the side of my bed, jumping up and down like a child. Only, this child was twenty-one.

"June," I mumbled, scratching my head, "Couldn't you have let me sleep a while longer?" Juniper huffed.

"Lillian," She mimicked my annoyed voice, "We can't miss. Besides, you know we have our own reaping later!" She laughed. I shook my head at her sarcasm. It wasn't fair for her to laugh at those kids who were anxiously waiting for their name not to be called. However, we shouldn't be comparing ourselves as fair.

Juniper cuts off my thoughts. "I have the perfect Reaping outfit for you!" She shouts loudly in my ear. I fall back on my bed, ignoring her. I mumble loudly , "I am not wearing your stupid Capitol clothes."

She gasps at this statement, appalled at my audacity to criticize what she feels is fashionable. I feel her get off my bed and pull off my sheets, the cold of the room slapping my warm body. I shout angrily, but she dismisses it with her snooty nose up, her ridiculous Capitol accent thick as she says, "It's not my fault grandpa is the President! Besides, you should enjoy the Hunger Games. The odds are certainly in our favor!" With that, she tosses my sheets to the side, and stomps out of my room, heading to the viewing room to watch the Reaping Coverage. I sigh, and force myself out of bed, sitting down in front of my mirror with a table beneath. I look at myself in the mirror and sigh.

My eyes and lips are puffy, as usual, and I won't be surprised if Juniper comes back to give me some fancy Capitol cream for my face. Maybe she feels sympathetic towards my feelings towards the Hunger Games. I shake my head, seriously doubting that possibility, and my pale blonde waves fall forward to my shoulders, only three inches longer than them. I grab a comb and brush, mulling over what I should do for the reaping. After ten minutes, I realize I really shouldn't fuss about what I should wear or do with my hair. I won't be reaped anyway. I was Lillianne.

I was Lillianne Snow. President Snow's granddaughter.

I slammed my brush down on the table in contempt, knowing that this was unfair. I didn't hate my family, of course- I hated the name. Snow. My father, Wanderlust Snow, is mayor for District One. At the age of 3, we moved from the Capitol to District One for my father to pursue his dream in leadership. So now we reside in District One. Mom, Poppy Snow, is in charge of a major shoe company here in One (we apparently major in luxury items), Juniper goes back and forth between the Capitol and District One as a model, and I am here. Doing nothing. Well, trying to be normal at least.

Being normal with your last name being Snow isn't working out as normal, though.

I wiped my face with a wet toilette from a machine that supplies toiletries, then ran foam through my hair - a detangler- finishing with cream on my visible skin. I sighed once more, not looking forward to this reaping at all. I never do, anyway. Not with talk behind my back about how it should be me going in instead of innocent children. Not that it matters. I still won't be reaped.

I walked towards my closet and spoke to it as it opened, it's double doors flying open. With a smaller closet than Juniper's, mine was just two long racks, top and bottom, with shelves on the floor for shoes. I stood back, looking at my options. I knew Juniper wouldn't want to be embarrassed of me, so I considered Capitol wear. However, my mother was a strong believer in being humble. I chose humble over Capitol.

Pulling out a high rise pencil skirt with a light blue blouse, my thoughts began to wander again. I considered Juniper's comment, about how the odds were in my favor. Shaking my head, I strongly opposed that ruling. The odds were not in our favor. We just weren't part of those odds. And all because of - again - our family name.

As family of President Snow, we are not eligible as tributes in any way.

My name should be in that bowl in the square five times. Yet I have not a single entry. All because I'm President Snow's granddaughter. And I am thankful, of course. I don't have to die. However, having other children die in my place does not seem very humane to me. Juniper thinks its the greatest entertainment ever, nonetheless.

She bounces back in my room, already in her reaping outfit. "Hurry, Lilli-billi! The District One Reaping is in half an hour, and Dad wants to see us before we leave!"

I nod absently as I button up my blue blouse, imagining Lillianne Snow getting reaped for the Hunger Games in an alternate universe.

I couldn't see it.