A/N: So... my very first fanfic! I hope you guys like it! :DD Uhhhh DISCLAIMER- I do Not own the Hunger Games!
Chapter 1: The Reaping
The reaping. The day every man, woman, and child from the districts fear. It's not as if the Capital citizens are afraid. And why should they be? It's not as if their children are receiving a death sentence.
I slowly comb my long blonde hair, watching the curls fall down myt back.
"Are you ready yet Jasmine?" my mother calls impatiently.
"Yes." I answer. I walk out of the small room I sleep in at night and let my mother dress me in a beautiful dress she made. It is the same color as my eyes- emerald, and flows slightly past my knees. A golden ribbon is tied under my breasts and another in my hair.
"Time to go." my father murmurs. He grabs my hand, and my mother follows right behind. They walk me as far as they can go, but then I must go wait with the other children.
I'm not worried. I come from the seam. My name has only been submitted once. I will never be picked.
Here in District 8, the boys are picked first. A woman with pink ridges above her eyebrows and some sort of vines that changed from orange to blue ran up her arms stepped up on a platform.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys ans Girls! My name is Tilia Grove . Now let us pick the child with the honor of becoming a contendor in the 58th annual hunger ganmes!" Honor? Yeah right.
She reaches into a large glass ball filled with tiny scraps of paper, each holding a name of a child that doesn't deserve to die.
"Cadence Citron!" she shouted. I head an agonizing scream rip out of a young girl a few feet away from me. I watched as the boy, Cadence, looked back at her, with tear filled eyes, and blew a small kiss.
That was when she lost it. The girl, still screaming with everything she had, ran forward to the boy. Another girl, that looked like she could be her sister, grabbed her and pinned her to the ground. I could hear she sobbing "No." over and over again.
Then it was the girl's turn to be chosen. I looked around at al the faces. One of them was going to die.
"Jasmine Frost." I head my mother scream and watched my father hold her tightly. He looked at her with total devastation.
I didn't understand. I couldn't be picked. Out of all the names, mine was only in there once.
Someone behind me pushed me forwards and I began walking up towards the platform with Cadence, who I could see was crying softly.
Tilia, the chaperone, said something and she began to walk away. Cradence followed her. I just stood there. I hadn't really realized what just happened. My mind was in a blur. The fact that I was going to die hadn't really sunk in yet. I stumbled after Tilia and Cradence until we arrived at a train. I got on and sat there for about 5 minutes. Then the reality of the situation hit me.