My Sorrow, My Joy

Prologue

duhBekah

I couldn't believe it. They were Reaped. My mother collapsed, and my father teared up. Little Agatha was in the pin for twelve year old girls, crying on the shoulder of her friends. We all knew it was coming, but that didn't make it any easier.

In the Justice Building, we said our goodbyes. The rest of tears would be shed at home, longer after they were on the train to the Capitol. I gave them their token. I was a simple gold chain that our father had given to our mother when they were engaged. It belonged to our grandfather's younger brother who died in attempt to bring honor to our district.

I knew that I would see them again, but I didn't know whether they'd be alive and well, or in a wooden box with the Capitol's insignia on it.

The Reapings and the Tribute Parade would be broadcast later that night, and I watched them to see the competitors.

Author's Note: Sorry for it being so short. I really couldn't give anything away about who the Victor is, since this story is told in the point of view of their older sister. Once I get going on the Reapings and actual Games there won't be as many theys and theirs. Also I believe that the Hunger Games belongs to a certain Suzanne Collins, who I will say is not me (sadly). Can y'all rate and review for me? It'd be peachy.