I awoke with a jolt. The night hadn't been my friend, as i kept having nightmares about the reaping the next day. I sat up right, rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and sighed. "The reaping..." I looked over across the room at my twin brother Mungo, and as if on a timer, he awoke with a start as well. We both knew what we had been dreaming about that night. We were silent getting dressed, maybe thinking that if we spoke of the reaping, it would increase our chances of being reaped. We went to the kitchen, but I wasn't very hungry. I was too anxious. Mungo however seemed to not be as bothered. After breakfast, we decided to go walking before we had to be in the square. "You aren't so anxious about the reaping, are you Myrtle?" Mungo asked as we walked along the fence. "A little. I don't know, I just don't have a very good feeling about today. Like, what if you get picked. Or if I get picked? What would I do? You know very well we don't do good on our own. Or at least I don't. I've always depended on you, Mungo. I can't make it anywhere on my own..." I looked at the ground, with silent tears streaming down my face, trying my best not to let Mungo see the distress in my face. But I think he could just feel it eminating from myself. We walked silently along the fence until the bell rang that told us it was time for the Reaping. My heart was racing as we made our way to the area that we were designated. My hands were sweating as I looked around the crowd, never failing to catch Mungo's eye from the opposite side of me. As Parthenia Crutchley made her way to the podium, I felt as though I was going to pass out. She called from the Boy's bowl first. I hoped and prayed it wasn't Mungo. "Rumple Sharp" the intercom echoed Parthenia's high-pitched Capitol voice. I let out a sigh of relief. Now for the Gir's. I felt a little dizzy while waiting for Parthenia to remove her long hand from the bowl. She smoothed out the piece of paper, and, without missing a beat, spoke into the intercom. "Myrtle Martell." I had just enough time to see the despair on Mungo's face before my almost-numb legs were pulling me towards the stage. I mindlessly climbed the stairs, and watched as my friends and family started weeping...