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June 3rd, 96th Cahill year 9:32a.m.
The day is finally here. My name is only entered twice thankfully since Mother runs the bakery with Father.
"You look great sweetie pie" Mother charms, her frizzy red hair pulled messily up into a twist.
"I don't feel great mom, some little kid's going to get their death sentence today and it could be me!" I shout.
"I don't know what you're worried about; compared to the other children in the "Bend" your chances of being picked are like 1 in a million"
"2 in 42,693 or 1 in 85,386" I correct, silently brushing a lock of auburn hair out of my eyes.
"Would you like me to braid your hair" Mother asked in a slightly calmer voice trying to change the subject smoothly and without conflict.
"Sure" I said as non-descript like I could manage.
Sophie being only 10 didn't have to worry about the Hunger Games; she stood silently watching mother braid my hair from the doorway still in her night gown, her light curly blonde hair a mess still.
I stood up after mother had finished and brushed some dust off a white blouse and pink skirt, some of the nicest clothes mother could manage to find that hadn't been eaten up by moths, or stained brown from dust.
"You look pretty birdie" Sophie said using her nickname for me.
"And you look dreadful" I said giggling. She made a "humph" sound and cross's her arms. "I'm joking" I say plainly "your hairs just a mess."
She sticks her tongue out and runs back toward the kitchen.
Dad wasn't sure if he should open the bakery today so he just pulled a switch on the neon sign and it lit up and said "Open" in curly green and blue letters. Several kids came in to trade some meat and berries for loaves of bread and pastries.
"Your very welcome Atticus" Dad says handing two loafs of bread to a tall skinny kid with lanky black hair. By the looks of him I think he's about 15. Dad turns to look in my direction.
"Oh sweetie you look beautiful!" Dad exclaims
"I don't feel beautiful" I retort "But thank you" I say remembering my manners.
"You are beautiful, and I see your mother found some nice clothes"
"Yes, I guess she did" I say looking down at myself.
"Here, I saved this just for you" Dad says excitedly reaching behind his counter and pulling out a delectable looking treat, a circular piece of dough that is glazed over and is drizzled with powdered sugar.
"Oh thank you daddy" I exclaim hugging him. I hadn't had a doughnut in forever.
"My treat to my little girl, good luck today"
"I don't think luck has anything to do with it" I say before sinking my teeth into the fluffy batter. "It all is odds and ratios"
"Yep, I knew I had an Ekaterina daughter, you just seem to be getting smarter and smarter every day" he praises.
"Thanks for the doughnut" I say licking my lips and fingers after finishing the amazing treat.
"You're welcome" I look into his eyes and every time he looks at me I see sorrow, and pain. Maybe to him the odds aren't in my favor.