"Hi Laynie!" I say, as I answer the door.
"Hey Roslynn." She says, and she follows me to my room.
"So, have you made a move on Joel yet?" She asks in a hushed voice.
I blush, then stammer, " Of course not, Laynie! Are you crazy?"
"Just asking. But you should!" She exclaims.
"But he doesn't like me! Look, I don't want to talk about it." I say.
"Allright then." She says, and then we go on talking about President Paylor's announcement yesterday.
"I dropped a dish, I was so suprised." I say.
Laynie laughs, then says, "You klutz!"
Just then, there's a knock at the door. I hear someone go down the stairs, and open the door.
"Hmmmm, wonder who's here." I say.
Suddenly, my door opens, and my mother appears, and says, " Roslynn, someone's here for you." I walk down the stairs, and two ladies in white lab coats greet me in the living room.
The lady on the left says, "Hello, Mrs. Bernancy, I am Dr. Phyllus. We need to take a few DNA samples of you." How do they know my name?
"Why?" I blurt out.
"That is classified information, Mrs. Bernancy." She says.
"Oh." I say quietly.
"Well, let's get started then, shall we?" She says.
Dr. Phyllus pulls out a needle from her bag.
"First, we need to take a few blood samples." She says. I wimper. Call me a wimp, but I don't like getting pricked with needles. I wince as the needle sinks into my flesh, and fills up with blood. She pulls it out, examines it, then puts it into a plastic bag.
"Ok, now all we need is a piece of your hair." she says as she plucks a few brown hairs from my head. She also puts that in a plastic bag.
"Thank you for your time, Mrs. Bernancy." Dr. Phyllus says as she and the other Doctor leave. That was weird. I walk back up the stairs, and return to my bedroom.
Reaping Day:
I stand in the capitol square's crowd, and ruffle the feathers on my skirt with my fingers. I feel a little anxoius, because it's reaping day.
Effie walks up onto the stage, and picks up the microphone. She starts talking about the Hunger Games, about why we have them, the dark days, and the rebelion. Then, she announces that there will be a slight change, and that the list of tributes was allready made beforehand, so there would be no giant reaping balls this time. One by one, she starts calling out the names of the new tributes, some from my school. Once, she called out two sisters, Wren and Reagan, because both of their parents were capitol workers with high authorities. I inmagine the pain they must be in right now, to have not one, but two children in the Hunger Games.
"Florence Sparzia!" Effie announces loudly. My heart sinks, and I sigh. Flo, the name she goes by, is the nicest girl who goes to my school. She always smiles, says hi to everyone, even people she doesn't know, and she tries to be a friend to everyone. I watch Flo walk through the parted crowd, and walk up the stairs to the stage to join an increasing crowd of tributes.
Finnaly, Effie calls out the last tribute, the one who is the closest releated to President Snow.
Effie clears her throught ans says, "And last, but not least, the final tribute who is former President Snow's grand-daughter, Roslynn Bernancy!"
The crowd gasps. My mouth is open in shock. I feel frozen. They must have made a mistake. I am not President Snow's grand-daughter. Joel stares at me, in shock too, and I'm pretty sure Laynie is too. I force myself to walk to the stage. As I stand in the crowd of tributes I see my mother approach the stage.
She shouts to Effie, "What are you doing? My daughter is not President Snow's grand-daughter! This is a mistake!"
Effie says, "Madam, that is what we thought when he told us, but, her DNA matches up to President Snow's. Then, I see Dr. Phyllus stand up from her chair on the stage, and she pulls out pieces of brown hair in a plastic bag, along with a blood sample.
That's when reality hits me. I am President Snow's grand-daughter, and I am a tribute in the 76th Hunger Games.