"Hey, Brith!"

Teeth gritted, I scramble onto a low roof, then stand, blocking my schoolmate Tyler's way.

My name's Kembrith, by the way. Not Brith. Tyler just calls me that to annoy me.

"My name's Kembrith! You know that very well!" I shout down.

Tyler is about a head taller than me. He easily grabs the roof's edge. I push his hands off.

I'm really not afraid of a lot of things. I'm probably one of the bravest kids in District 12.

Tyler stops trying to climb up . He's too scared to.

I run along the roof, then jump to another. Tyler runs along on the ground.

I'm not afraid of anything until it comes to the hunger games. I'm not afraid of going in. I'd do fine. But my sister Kailey just turned twelve, and my sister Amber is fifteen. I'm thirteen.

Tyler's also thirteen, but a few months older.

My family's pretty poor. We all need to tske tesserae, which unfortunately means extra slips in the reaping.

This year is the 83rd hunger games. Tomorrow is the reaping.

I've been running on roofs since I was seven. Once I took Amber. It frightened her so much. She refused to do it again.

Another time I took Kailey. She was a little scared, but enjoyed it. I took her a few more times. Then last year she tried it herself and that didn't turn out well.

I've reached the end of the roof. The next one is about four feet away.

Tyler stands between them. I'm only about six feet off the ground. I jump across.

Tyler reaches up and blocks me.

I grab the edge of the roof and drop to the ground.

"What did you do that for?" I yell. "That could have seriously hurt me!"

Tyler shrugs. "You're just worrying . I thought you were fearless." he sneers.

"You just wait until Annabelle's twelve."

Annabelle's his sister. She's only eight.

"Whatever, Brith."

Tyler chases me down the street until I reach the house where my best friend, Golberg, lives.

I knock rapidly on the door. Golberg opens it quickly.

"Running from Tyler again?"

I nod, out of breath.

Golberg just turned fourteen a few weeks ago. He has no siblings.

Tyler pounds on the door.

Golberg locks it. "Go away, Tyler!" he shouts out.

We wait for about a half hour before Tyler finally leaves.

"Going to the Justice Building later?" Golberg asks.

"Yes. Twelve slips this year."

Golberg nods. "Same."

I walk home quickly. My mother opens the door for me.

"No trouble?"

I shrug. "Not unless you count Tyler chasing me."

Mom sighs. "That boy can be trouble sometimes."

Our parents has us at a young age. My mother's thirty, and my father's thirty-two.

Amber comes into the kitchen. "Ready?"

I sit down in a chair. "Just a minute."

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Hi. Remember, I'm not going to update until I get at least one review.

21 spaces left. The spaces taken are the District 12 tributes (who shall remain anonymous until the reaping), and the girl from 1.

I cannot guarantee that you tribute will get far.

I know a lot of people skip to the games. (Caught you! Don't worry, I do it myself sometimes) I know I can't stop you, but I'm going to suggest you not skip ahead because otherwise the title is useless.