I wake up to the sickening smell of eggs being fried all the way from the kitchen. I hate eggs, like I really, really, really, hate eggs. The way they taste, the way they smell, the way they look. Ugh, I'm getting sick just thinking about it.

I sit up and jump off my bed. I walk over to my mirror and look at myself like I do every morning. My hair, of course, is messed up beyond belief. God, I wish I didn't have frizzy, dry hair. That would make my life so much easier. I don't even know how many countless hours I spent every morning to just get my hair perfect. Probably like a billion.

I yawn and stretch my arms up in the air. Today is the day of the reaping, and its no other than the Quarter Quell. The 150th Hunger Games, yep, what a waste. They decided that they were going to announce what the new sickening twist was today at the reaping, hopefully nothing like Quarter Quells in the past. I know I definitely couldn't defeat 47 other tributes, and I'd be pissed if my District voted for me to go in. Well, either way, it's going to be shitty. It's the Quarter Quell.

I walk to the kitchen and sit down on the kitchen table. My sister, Alexis, is still sleeping, obviously. She's 17, so she has to wake her ass up and get ready soon too. I really don't feel like the peacekeepers coming to my house and beating us to death because we didn't attend.

"Good morning Jass, what would you like for breakfast?" My mom said, fixing herself some toast with butter.

"Cereal, what else do I eat every morning?" I shot. God, I hated when she asked stupid questions. I ate cereal every single day of my life, why would it be any different today?

"Hey I don't need the attitude this early in the morning Jass." She said, lifting her finger up like she was gonna go all ghetto on me.

"You're the one giving me attitude!" I shot back, sick and tired of her constant anger towards me.

"Whatever, make yourself some breakfast if you're really that hungry." She threw the bowl against the kitchen counter and left. I'm guessing to wake my sister up, I don't really know. But whatever, I'm not that hungry anyways.

I walk to my room and look in my closet. I don't know what to wear to the reaping today, and I need to wear something extra fresh.

Well, since I'm from District 10, I guess I'll wear something a little southern bell would wear. How about a light pink, yellow, and lime green plaid dress with brown moccasins? Yeah, I think I'ma wear that!

I lay my clothes and shoes down on my bed and hop in the shower. The warm water wraps me around so tightly, I never want to get out. But I have to, only about a half an hour left till the reaping.

I get out of the shower and dry myself off quickly. I seriously don't have enough time to put on any make up or anything, ugh, I'm gonna look like shit.

I run in my room and quickly put my plaid dress on and my moccasins. I run back to the bathroom and brush my teeth and blow-dry my hair as quickly as possible. God, I have an afro, I hate my hair! This is all thanks to my dad, of course. You see, I'm half black, so I do obviously have African American features, one of them being my hair, but I got the lighter dark brown skin tone, because my mom is white. It's not easy being a mixed girl in District 10. I painfully found that out in second grade, when the boy who I was so oh madly in love with, Austin Rowland, said he didn't want his daddy seeing him hang out with a black girl. My heart was broken.

I run to my room and brush my hair to the best of my abilities, and put it in a half updo ponytail. I'm officially done! And just in time too!

"Jasmyne! Alexis! Time to go!" My mom screams. Alright, it's time.

I run out the door and jump in the car. Alexis and my mom of course, are already there.

"Alexis, did you even change?" I said. She is wearing the exact same clothes from last night. She didn't take a shower, or brush her teeth either. God, this was the Quarter Quell, her not being prepared can actually be dangerous. If the Peacekeepers think that were mocking the games by not looking our best, we were dead meat.

"Nope." She said, smiling. I admire her though, how she doesn't care about anything, but at the same time, I'm prettier, and I work my ass off to look my best too.

My mom starts heading towards the town hall with just about 5 minutes to spare and I think I'm going to be sick. I'm not ready, and I never will be. I don't know what I would do with myself is Alexis got picked, or one of my friends, or me. We're just going to have to wait and see.