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"Sutton!" I heard my little sister yell and shake me awake. I opened my eyes from my dream realizing that I was in my room in District 4. I sighed and rubbed my eyes. Today was the day of the reaping. I could tell. My little sister, Kitty, had this sad look in her eyes. Yes, I know I'm from District 4, but to my family being reaped is not something we look forward to. I sighed and ruffled her hair, which made her giggle. I smiled at her, happy that she was only eleven. I sat on the edge of my bed, grabbing my blue hairbrush, brushing through my black tangles. Kitty sat next to me. "Where's Aqua & Avan?" I asked, still brushing through my hair. She shrugged. She doesn't understand exactly what the Capitol is sending us to go do, but she can tell it's bad. She hugged my waist and mumbled something into my shoulder. "What, Kit?" I asked, brushing her red hair through my fingers. Her hair color is unusual for District 4, everyone mostly has black or brown hair and blue or green or blue-green (like mine) eyes. Kitty had gorgeous red hair, and light hazel eyes. She mumbled what she said again, only a little louder this time. I chuckled. "What? I still can't hear you." I mumbled. She pulled away from me and looked at me with her big hazel eyes. "I don't want you to get reaped." I sighed. As much as I wanted to say, I probably won't get reaped. I couldn't. I didn't want to crush my sisters' hopes, but I didn't want to build up false ones either. I brushed my fingers through her hair again. "Can I braid you're hair?" She nodded and turned around. I grabbed my brush and brush through her straight red hair. "I missed this." She whispered. She might be 11 but she's the smartest eleven-year-old I know. I smiled. "I did too." I finished braiding and put a pink hair tie around her hair. She turned around. "How does it look?" She asked in a tiny voice. I smiled. "Adorable." She giggled. "Kitty!" My mother yelled. Kitty hoped from my bed and walked out my door. My older sister, Aquamarine (Aqua for short), was leaning against the door frame. "I have you're dress." I nodded and stood up. "Do you want me to do your hair?" I nodded. Aqua was very pretty. She had straight blonde hair that cascaded down her back, blue eyes that made it seem like you were swimming in the ocean here in District 4 and a smile that just made you want to smile as well. She ended up deciding to curl my hair. "You're lucky?" I mumbled. She shook her head. "Why don't you think so?" Aqua sighed. "It's hard to explain." She said, curling another piece of my hair. "How hard is it?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. "God, are you persistent?" She mumbles, curling yet another piece of my hair. "I just wanna know, jeez." Aqua sighed and put the curling iron down. "I'm done." She sat down on my bed. "I don't have my life planned out. That's what's hard to explain. I honestly rather would've been in the Hunger Games and died." I gave her a horrified look. "Don't talk like that," I said. "You know some people tried to stop the Hunger Games, tried rebelling against the Capitol." Well, it obviously didn't work. I sighed and stood up. "Where's my dress?" She pointed to the door. I looked over to see it hanging off the doorknob. I walked over to the dress and ran my fingers across it. I looked at Aqua. "This is your dress." She nodded and stood up, motioning me to come over where she was standing. "I need to fix this one side of your head." She mumbled, picking up the curling iron. In a matter of minutes my hair was done, I was in the sea blue dress and blue flats. My sister was putting make-up on that she swore would make my blue-green eyes pop. By the time she was done, it did make them pop and it made my skin glow. "Thanks Aqua," She smiled and walked out of my room. No matter what happens, I'm still Sutton Mercer from District 4. I sighed and pulled my hair into two pieces putting both of them to the side, on the front of me. I sighed, put on a fake smile and walked out the door. My father and brother, Avan, were playing some kind of card game on the kitchen table. While my mother was straightening Kitty's dress and Aqua was standing by the door. My mother looked at me and smiled. She then turned her focus to Aqua. "Take her to the reaping and we'll be there soon." Aqua was nineteen. Avan was fifteen. Kitty was eleven. I'm only seventeen. Aqua grabbed my arm and we headed to the Justice Building, where they still hold the reapings. The walk was very quiet, until we got to where the kids had started to band off into age groups. Aqua grabbed my hand, gave me a small smiled, squeezed my hand and let go. I watched her retreating figure until I couldn't see her shinning blonde hair. I sighed, turned around, and basically stomped my way to the seventeen year old section. I stood in the front next to Jazz, a red-headed girl in my grade. Our escort for District 4's name is Pixie. She was stained neon green with a different shade of hair each time. Our mentors, whose names' I don't remember, are sitting in their designated seats. I sighed and ran my hand down my right arm, feeling anxiety rise up in my stomach. Our mayor stood up and told us what she usually does, the rising of Panem, the Dark Days, and the honor to be a tribute in the Hunger Games. One thing they don't mention, that I've known before this morning, is that a girl named Katniss Everdeen had started the rebellion with just a handful of poisonous berries. I respect her. Mayor Sharkbite finishes, and introduces Pixie. "Happy Hunger Games! And, may the odds be ever in your favor! Ladies first!" She says, in her funny Capitol accent. She skips over to the girls' reaping bowl and fishes around of a slip with hopefully not my name on it. "Sutton Mercer!" She cheers, looking over at the girls side, hoping to find the girl with the name Sutton Mercer. It takes me awhile to realize that she had called my name. "Sutton Mercer." She repeats. Someone shoves me forward, pushing me outside of the safe barrier of the seventeen year old section. Pixie's eyes zero in on me and now I'm forced to go up on the stage. I make my way up and stand with my head held high and smile. "Are you Sutton?" I nod and a fake smirk somehow sneaks it's way on my face. Pixie smiles and goes over to the boys' reaping bowl. She pulls out the name, "Sebastian Williams." He's 17 with the most gorgeous sea green eyes and boyish red hair. He smiles at me, maybe remembering me from a class or something. "District 4 I give you your tributes for the 193rd Hunger Games!" Pixie gives a huge, ear-to-ear smile that I think her face might freeze that way. Sebastian and I shake hands and smile at the crowd. No matter what happens, I am still Sutton Mercer from District 4. And, I'm a tribute in the Hunger Games.