The only thought that comes to mind as I stare into my old bathroom mirror is 'Here we go again'. Not really caring much I pick up some clothes from my closet and toss them on. Not bothering to try and make my dark brown hair any less messy than it always was I begin the same old morning routine. Say hello to the parents, help them get all of their medical supplies ready, eat breakfast and head off to school. The only problem being that today neither I nor my parents had anything to do but watch two children shipped off for their death today. Sounds fun right?

I guess you could say that my life was nothing but average. I'm not a very outgoing person, and I don't see any sense in arguments. Keeping a calm head has kept me out of a lot of trouble through the years, so I don't mind. Unlike most people living in the districts my family was very normal. My parents worked as apothecaries and earned enough for a middle class home and lifestyle here in District six. I try to stay thankful for it when I think about the other people in my district.

Walking to the reaping was awful as always. I never had to take tesserae, but the whole idea of The Hunger Games makes me upset. No one is really safe from it, and to make matters worse my district has no real talent other than plants. We always seem to have twelve year olds reaped, and if all of that wasn't enough there was the "Careers". It's technically outlawed to train for the Hunger games, but Districts 1, 2, and 4 o so every year. They raise their children to love the pain and the bloodlust of the games, and some parents even force their children to volunteer. It makes me want to scream.

The mayor only confirms my thoughts with his annual speech on the rebellion. The Hunger Games are nothing but injustice, and unfair punishment. I honestly think even he feels sorry about having to read that every year. A good twenty minuets later our escort comes to the platform. James Fen proudly marches up to the podium with a cosmetically altered smile on his face. I'm not sure he realizes that his district has lost for the last six years, or if he is just in denial at this point. "Ok everyone, let's do something a little different this year shall we? Let's have our fine gentleman announced first!" As he plunges his clawed hand into the glass bowl I can't up but start to feel nervous. My fears are confirmed when I hear my name called out, "Roscoe Cyrus!". Swallowing hard to hide my terror I walk to the stage with a calm determined attitude.

Get ready Panem, because I will never give up.

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Hoping down the steps two at a time I reach the kitchen just in time to see my twin brother Albert spill water all over him. "Nice one Al! Should've named you grace!" I tease as I hand him a worn out towel. "Oh really Abby, well you know what I think? I think some one needs a hug!" he yells trying to get water all over me. We chase each other around the room a bit before finally saying our goodbyes. Reaping day and all, y'know?

We don't have a very big family. It's just me my father and Albert ever since mother died. There was rumor going around of rebellion, and she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. She and four others were shot to death, and word was sent out that they provoked the law. No one believed a word of it.

Smiling to myself I wave at my friends before we reach the square. Maybelle and Nash were probably the only people I was close to other than my brother. Now that me and Nash started dating it only made things better. Stopping to look at myself in a shop window I sigh with relief that I looked fine. My hair was a light golden blonde that curled naturally. It was held back with a black headband, to match the black belt wrapping around my pink dress. All too soon the reaping begins.

I feel bad for the mayor this time of year. He always looks guilty about having to remind everyone about the rebellion. It's not like it's his fault. When our escort steps up to the stage I hold my breath anxiously. When he announces the name of the male tribute I almost cry with relief, knowing that Nash would be spared. Even after this though my heart starts to pound as he starts to read the female tributes name. What would happen if I was reaped?..."Abby Velaso!"… I almost pass out when I hear my name called. Blinking furiously I step towards the stage trying not to cry. All of my efforts are destroyed however when I see Nash's face. Tears begin to pour down my face and I don't even begin to try and hide them.

Get ready Panem, because I will come back for him.

I'M BACK! Thanks for the tributes of District 6 eeyorescastle and James018! I apologize for the late update, I was unexpectedly entered in a competition and had to spend a lot of time preparing.

Keeping things brief I have no other announcements, but here is the new chapter question!

CHAPTER QUESTION:

Who was the first ballerina to play Juliette in "Romeo and Juliette"?