Skylar:

The day is grey and so is the mood as we stand in the square. Elise, the District one escort, is dragging her long acrylic nails through the glass reaping ball. My heartrate quickens as she pulls out the little piece of paper.

"Skylar Grace!" she reads out, as the people around me part so that I can mount the stage. Perhaps a well-trained brute will volunteer, but nobody steps forward. A minute passes or so it feels and my fate is sealed. step up on shaky legs, beginning to cry quietly.

"Oh Skylar!" Elise sympathises, patting my shoulder and setting me down on one of the chairs. I look for Dad in the crowd, wearing his white Peacekeeper uniform. I find him, find his eyes, but they stare blankly at me. Right - I'm his secret daughter. I've just been reaped though - show some sympathy for your child!

I put my head in my lap, my hands over my face, as Elise scratches around the boys' bowl. I don't care anymore.