Maysilee's POV

I approach my tenth reaping with much more fear than my first. It is the third year now that I have been eligible for the reaping.

I get my finger pricked with a needle and the dull-faced lady shoved my finger onto the blank square next to my name.

I go and line up next to my friend Rye Everdeen. I squeeze her hand as our escort enters the stage.

"Welcome to the second quarter quell! Before we begin, here is a video straight from the capitol! Enjoy!"

The video seems to last forever, stretching out the time until our escort sticks her hand in the 'big round fishbowl'.

I still laugh when I reflect on my four-year-old self. I am glad that Aliter isn't in the reaping anymore, he suffered enough when Jayco got reaped.

For him, I really hope that it's not me. My chances are worsened seeing that this year is a quarter quell and two boys and two girls will be chosen.

"Ladies first," I gulp, "Ariel Robinson," I half breathe a sigh of relief; now I have the normal chances, I think to myself.

Ariel trudges sadly up to the stage, "Maysilee Donner," I gulp about fifty times this time.

I look around madly, trying to find another Maysilee Donner in District Twelve but I can't.

I scream just like I did when Jayco got reaped but this time it is for myself.

I hear Aliter scream too, I am surprised he hasn't gone mental by now. I shiver and whimper up on the stage, not caring what other people think.

"Now for the boys." I shiver in terror. "Haymitch Abernathy!" Oh, man. Jayco, me and know Haymitch.

It couldn't be better! Not. "Jamal Masonbee," Jamal, a small twelve-year-old boy, walks up to the stage and looks at me nervously.

I agree buddy, I agree. I walk into my room in the justice building and Aliter comes running in, tears streaming down his face.

"May! This can't be happening! Jayco, you and Haymitch! It just isn't fair!" He leaned in and gave me a big hug.

"Don't worry Aliter, you still have Mum! At least she can't get reaped." I sigh.

"I know May but it still won't be the same without you!" I start to cry. "Times up!" The white men drag him out as I squeal his name over and over.

My Mum and Rye also come and visit me. They wish me luck and fill me with good spirit like 'you can win! And, you can do it!'

But I know I can't, but maybe Haymitch can? He is strong, healthy and has learnt a bit from Jayco, who actually came third.

I twist my hair and ponder on those types of thoughts for a bit until I am re-united with Haymitch and the others.

I run up and hug him knowing that at least one of us will be dead soon. I cry in his arms and he hugs me until I finally calm down.

What do you think? Is it any good? I hope you enjoyed it! Remember, R&R, it would really make my day! Oh, and once again, please enter my SYOT, I have limited spots available!