I CAN'T HELP IT: Chapter 1
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"Hurry Up! We're gonna be late!"
"Calm down I'm going!" I called back to my best friend Ava Everdeen. She was always overreacting. But today I couldn't blame her.
The reaping's not something to be late for.
Grudgingly, I pulled on the pink dress I was to wear. It felt all wrong on my skin, I didn't want to wear it, but I wouldn't want to disrespect the Capitol now would I? I wouldn't want to wear raggedy clothes to the murderous reaping. Today four innocent children would be chosen to fight to the death in the Hunger Games, while we all watched. It was usually two children but this year we had to throw two more children into the batch for the quarter quell. But it doesn't matter; no one from district 12 was going to win anyways. These thoughts that were always running through my brain could never be spoken out loud. I would probably face death or at least extreme torture. But I forced this anger out of my mind for Ava's sake, she also got a little shaky when I went on and on about my hatred.
So I put on the best shoes I could afford and walked out side with Ava. Macy Undersee was waiting outside, right on schedule. Usually when all three of us were together there was never a silent moment. But, no one spoke today unless absolutely necessary. The large crowd was already formed in the square, we had just made it. We are immediately shoved into pins by age. Then the reaping begins. In other districts the reaping starts with a speech made by a previous victor. District twelve has only had one, and he went crazy and killed himself. Our tributes never stand a chance coming from a poor mining town like this. This reaping starts with the reading of this year's Quarter Quell plan, that no one wants to hear again. I don't bother to listen. Then a strange little women shouts "Ladies first!" and I'm pulled out of my daydream. She picks a name from the reaping ball and reads it: "Carter Stevens" She's only 12. We all stare at her in pity as she shakily walks to her death. Then she picks a boy: "Haymitch Abernathy" I recognize the name, it belongs to a very handsome 16 year old. Every girl practically drools over him, but I've never been interested. He seems shrewd and self-centered. He even makes a little show over walking to the stage. Then the woman calls the last girl that will be going into the games. My heart goes dead in my chest when I hear it my name spoken through her lips:
"Maysilee Donner"
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