Chapter 2: "Hurry up!" urged my brother David. "The Reaping will be starting soon!"
The Reaping happened every year; from each district there is one boy and one girl chosen to fight to the death.
24 go in, 1 comes out…
We walked to the reaping, I wanted to go barefoot, but my dad made me put on shoes. Uh, I hated wearing a dress, it was all itchy and uncomfortable, I'd much prefer shorts and a T-shirt.
It had been 10 years since my mother died; I was only four so I didn't know much about her. Dad and David say I look like her, same coloured eyes: blue emerging into green with hazel specks throughout, they were a beautiful colour, and we had the same coloured hair: bright red.
We were greeted by a perky young man by the name of Colane. We were separated by genders so David was on the other side, I wish I was with him right now. I've got my name in 15 times, while David was in 26 times, he's only 18.
Colane greeted us with a smile,
"Hello!" he said cheerfully,
Nobody replied,
"So! As you know we are here today to pick out 1 boy and girl to compete in the annual 70th Hunger Games!" he said whilst clapping. "First I will pick out the brave young gentleman!"
As he put his dark hand into the glass bowl full of names, my heart was pounding, "please don't be David! Please don't be David!" I repeated in my head.
"Mark Gulio!" he cheered out happily.
The name sounded familiar,
A tall boy with black hair and tanned skin walked up onto the stage, he looked very nervous but broad.
"Now I will pick the lovely young lady!"
He put his hand into the other glass bowl, opposite side of the stage.
I didn't even think, I just closed my eyes.
Two little words changed my life forever:
"Annie Cresta."