District 4 reaping.

Some victors wish they were dead, I do sometimes to. But waking in Finnick's arms makes the pain and nightmares go away. "Morning." He strokes my hair out of my face. "Hey." I say smiling looking into his mesmerizing eyes. He begins to kiss my face when I see the clock. I jump out of bed and cloth myself incredibly fast. "Where ya going?" Finnick asks trying to get me back in bed. "Reapings." I remind him. "Shit," he says loudly jumping out of bed only dressed in white underwear. "I'll meet you there." I tell him running to the reaping. When I get there Fifi is just putting on her make-up. I made it. My seat is heated from the hot District 4 sun beating down on it. Mayor Clemens, mayor of district 4 sits beside me. "Welcome!" Fifi cuts mine and the Mayor's conversation short. "First we have.." Fifi says with a small envelope in hand. "Alana Hunter!" Fifi says. I gasp at the name. When the tall 6' foot blonde walks on stage I recognize the face. Her curly hair, her dark blue dress, I remember all of her. Pictures of last years reapings flash through my head. Right after Fifi called "Falcon Hunter." The same girl started to scream. Pushing peacekeepers trying to get to what I thought was her brother. Falcon was killed by his own district partner. Even with the bad memories which I would assume are rolling through her mind she stands her ground and stands strong. "Next we have.." Fifi snaps me back to reality. "Gregory Jackson." The twelve year olds face is shocked and his blue eyes soon begin to tear. "I volunteer!" The volunteer wears a pale blue shirt and pale brown pants. He has sky blue eyes, his blond hair is wavy. I've seen him around, the girls love him and he's not embarrassed to have his shirt off. "Your name?" Fifi asks the tall 17 year old. "Miraz," he pauses giving a wink to a girl in the crowd, "Emfoler." Before I know it were in the capitol, ready for training.