I wake drenched in a cold sweat, of course the reaping day. District 13 never has luck having 2 victors both male. I managed to stand up I walk out of my room looking for my boots. I found my boots underneath the sofa. I put on my boots and then my leather jacket which my Great grandfather wore in the 2 rebellions ago. I look where my keys are held, a bowl of strawberries. Must've of been freshly picked from the garden outside. I grad the bowl of strawberries and slide them in a plastic bag. I head to the market to trade.

I got 1 pack of lamb chops It'll go well with tonights dinner. When I walk back home I notice my bathtub is ready all I need to do is get myself clean and head to the reaping. I scrub my self-clean I hop out of the bathtub and dry myself out. I look at the dress my aunt picked out "it's beautiful" I say to her "it was your mothers" she replied smiling. The dress was white but the trims and collar were black velvet. I put on my flat shoes and let my aunt done my hair it was just in a simple ponytail. It was just my Father, Mother, Aunt and me who lived in this small house my dad never stays here he often stays at his parents house drunk.

I walk to the square first I need to sign in like every other year. They prick my finger and make me slightly tap the piece of paper. They then escort me to the roped area for the 17-year-old girls. We all looked at each other sadly.

"Welcome District 13 to the 174th annual hunger games! This is the universe of when Katniss Everdeen started a rebellion and failed" Coal said as he smiled "Ladies first!" Coal takes his time getting to the huge bowl full with names.

"Junia Mace!" I stood frozen my name it can't be! This moment starts to sink in. "Junia Mace to the stage" one of the peace keepers ordered. I look to the other girls they must know who I am because they made a pathway for me. I walk to the stage trembling in fear, I look for my aunt as I walk to Coal. "Junia Mace!" Coal screams into his microphone.

"Boys turn!" Coal smiles. He walks to the boy's bowl. I look at the sky biting my tongue. "Marcus Martina!" I gagged as I saw a 12 year old boy walk up to the stage. He had short black hair, grey eyes.

"This years tribute's Junia Mace & Marcus Martina!"

We then get escorted to the justice bulding to say out final goodbyes.