A scream of joy emitted from the crowd when my name was announced. It was from my mother, Pia. Unlike every other mother in the District she is happy to see me go. She put my name down for the tesserae as many times as she could so I would get picked even though I begged her not to. She has always hated me because I am not like her. She loves the games and thinks they are great. You could even call her a capital citizen but the only difference is that she lives in District 6. I walked up to the stage not really caring about anything just smiling as if I was happy that I got picked when really I was dying on the inside.
Our District escort, Alf, in his fully blue suit with his orange hair and golden make up congratulated me when I stood on the stage.
"Now for the boys!" He exclaimed.
The name was announced. It was a boy by the name of Jhett Raeda. He was a handsome young boy with blonde hair and blue eyes, an athletic boy and was a whizz with train knowledge. There is no way anyone will be even thinking about me. All they will do is be swooning over him. No one would notice a red haired, black-eyed, short and fat 16-year-old.
I shook hands with Jhett. His hand was sweating so I know the act he just put on was fake so he could get sponsors. We are ushered in and put in rooms across from each other in the justice building. The only person that visits me is my mother who doesn't even hug me but keeps going on and on about how proud she is. She even said that it was my chance to prove myself to her after being a disgrace my whole entire life. I don't really care I will probably die at the Cornucopia and she wouldn't even care. After that we are escorted to the train. I don't even bother to take one last look at District 6.