I am not the strongest girl, I don't have huge muscular arms and legs, I don't train every day. But somehow, out of all of the people who did, no one was going to volunteer that day.
'Kai! Kai! Papa caught some fish! Fresh fish! Kai!' Ula is squealing in my ear, and I bury myself back in the cotton covers on my bed. 'Yes Ula, he is a fisherman you know, it's what he does' She tugs at my dark auburn locks.
'Get up! Get up! Get up get up get up!' I feel my pillow get yanked out from under me and then her little footsteps patter up the stairs, out of my room.
I squirm out of bed and I find myself already dressed and sitting on the edge of the table before I can blink, and then my pillow hits the back of my head.
'Oi! Ula! Get over here!' I am pretty sure I just woke up Mother, but she'll understand. I see her hand pop up from behind the couch, and it feels around in the air for a moment before she jumps out from behind it.
Ula, my younger sister, is beautiful. Unlike my father with his dark brown hair, or my mother with her rich Auburn hair, she has the palest, the softest, and the silkiest red hair. And, also unlike our family, she has emerald green eyes, and no one in our family knows where it came from.
Ula, being only six, doesn't know why I, fourteen years of age, dread tomorrow. She doesn't know why Mother and Father kiss my forehead before we head out for the day. She thinks we're just going to a crowded place where a silly clown lady danced around and chooses two people to go visit the big building.
'Mama! Come here! Kai's going to hit me!' she giggles and hides in our cupboard, and she doesn't know how plainly obvious her hiding spot is, even with half her leg sticking out.
My feet silently pad over to the cupboard door and I prepare my scary face, stick my tongue out maybe? Or cross my eyes? How about both?
I slam the door open and scream "Blarglarahalrlaalhh!' That's when the tickle attack begins.
Once father has separated Ula and I, fed us, and taken us for a walk, and me we go and visit my best friend, Zule.
He is special to me for many reasons, one, because he is my age, two, because his big sister volunteered the year my brother did, and they both died by the way, and three, because he doesn't call me 'the most beautiful, stunning, amazing girl in the world' to get in my pants, he does it because he thinks its true, a blush a day is always promised with him.
We spend the rest of the day fishing with him, and I keep on looking back to his bronze hair, long and luxurious, he is quite a looker. And the funny thing is his little cousin, Finnick, looks almost identical to him, but Zule's eyes are deep blue, not sea green.