Emily Lynch's POV

"Lukas!" I called, knocking on the boy's bedroom door.

"Emily?" Lukas asked, opening the door. "Emily!"

"Hey squirt," I grinned. "It's time to take your medicine."

"Okey Emmy!"

I walked into the kitchen, and opened the cupboard with Lukas' medicine. He's only three years younger than me, but he's autistic and acts like a five-year-old. I protect him every chance I get. I gave him the small pill, and he swallowed it like a child with candy.

"Emily, do you think you should get ready?" Peter asked, poking into the kitchen.

"I am ready!" I snapped.

Truth is, I am ready. I was wearing my black party dress and black flats, with my brown curls in a ponytail.

"You look like you're going to a funeral."

"You look like you're not going to the Reaping at all," I smiled.

"Well, I'm not in it, I don't have to dress up in fear I'm going to get Reaped," Peter rolled his eyes.

"Maybe you should," I told him.

"Maybe you should shut up, or I'm not studying with you anymore."

"Fine," I muttered, putting the pills back.

"I'll get Lukas ready, and Dad should be home at one, Mom one fifteen," Peter told me, taking Lukas' hand.

"Alright!" I called down the hallway. I glanced at the clock. Twelve thirty. "What can I do for half an hour?"

I ended up making math flashcards, simple addition to long division. I had finished making a flashcard of 597รท45 when the door opened.

"Hey dad!" I exclaimed. "How was it?"

"Same old, same old," Dad sighed. "Mayor Dynoi has no idea how to even sign a paper."

Dad was an accountant for the Mayor, and Mom mostly worked odd jobs around the neighborhood. Dad glanced at the clock.

"It's only an hour until the Reaping starts, why don't you go get Lukas?"

"Alright," I answered, standing up. "When we get home, I'll continue working in these!" I didn't know I wouldn't be coming home.

I walked up to the bedroom door, and knocked, calling for Lukas. He came out, and grabbed my hand. We walked into the humid afternoon, and I was glad I didn't wear my jacket. Once we got to the front of the line, I let the Peacekeeper take some of my blood, then Lukas'. He winced a little, but didn't make a scene like last year.

"Lukas, listen," I began once we entered the square. "Like last year, you are going into the roped off area. If you hear 'Lukas Lynch' you walk up to the stage. This year, your area is right there-" I pointed to the 14 square. "-got it?"

"Yup!"

"Alright, May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor!"

The clock struck 2, and I scrambled into the 17 section. Our escort, a middle aged man with pale blue hair, walked up to the mic.

"Happy Hunger Games everyone!" He exclaimed. "Let's begin with the ladies," He walked over to the Reaping bowl. "And, the Female Tribute is..."

Samson Asgolo's POV

"What is the square root of 74?" My mom asked. She was determined to get some schooling done before the Reaping.

"Uhh," Was my answer.

"Come on Samson! That's what paper's for!"

"Okay, okay!" I cried. "8.6!"

"Right."

"Mary?" Dad asked, coming in from the cattle barn. "It's noon, you should probably let him get ready."

"Yeah!" I exclaimed, jumping up. "I want to say bye to Snow before I leave!"

Snow's my pet dog, four years old. He's black and white, and he's been my best friend since we met. I quickly ran into my room, and put on my reaping outfit. A dark short sleeved shirt, black pants, and brown boots. I quickly ran a comb through my long, blond hair, then walked outside.

"Snow, Snow!" I called, walking past cows and horses. "Snow! Come here boy!"

I suddenly saw a blur of black and white disappear behind the cow barn, and I smiled. I chased after it, calling Snow's name. I eventually cornered him, and Snow looked at me with happy eyes. He barked a few times, then jumped into my arms, licking my face.

"Okay! Okay! Stop!" I laughed. He did. "I'll see you soon, okay?" I put him down.

"Mom! Dad! I'm leaving!" I called.

"Alright, we'll see you afterwards!" Dad called, waving from the front door. It was a good idea to leave a bit early, since the square's two miles from our ranch. Our ranch is on the very outskirts of 10, and almost everything is far.

By the time I signed in, it was one fifty five. I noticed a brown haired girl telling who I assumed was her brother something, then she pointed to the 14 boys section. Suddenly, the bells tolled, and both of us, the girl and I, both scrambled to get to our sections.

"Happy Hunger Games everyone!" Our escort, Ranger, exclaimed as I entered the 16 year-old boys section. "Let's begin with the ladies. And the Female Tribute for District 10 is...Emily Lynch!"

I saw the girl helping her brother walk out of the 17 girl section. Her Hazel eyes were wet, tears streaming down her face. I feel really bad for her. Ranger walked over to the male's Reaping ball.

"And the male tribute for District 10 is...Samson Asgolo!"

Emily Lynch's POV

"Samson Asgolo!"

I watched as a blond haired boy walked out of the 16 square. He wasn't crying like I was, but he had a look of genuine terror on his face.

"Our Tributes for District 10!"

Justice Building

I was still crying, my head in my hands when I heard the door open. I refused to look up, and I felt someone sitting down next to me, and putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, Emily, it's alright," Peter told me. I finally looked up, my whole family was here.

"Yeah!" Lukas exclaimed. "You're really good Emmy!"

"Thanks, Lukas," I smiled, giving him a hug.

"Hey, good luck dear," Mom told me. "We all believe in you!"

"I'll try my best to come home, okay?" I told them.

"I'll see you later!" Lukas exclaimed, like I was just going to a friend's house for the weekend.

"Time's up!" The Peacekeeper called from the door, and I told everyone goodbye one last time.

Samson Asgolo's POV

"Mom? Dad?" I asked as they entered the room.

"Hi, sweetie," Mom said, sitting next to me. "I brought someone!"

"Snow!" I cried as he jumped into my arms. "Snow, stop it!" I laughed as he licked my face.

"I figured you wanted to say goodbye to him," Dad told me. "You know, I had a dog when I was your age as well! Her name was Zee."

"Zee?" I asked.

"Time's up!"

"I'll tell you when you come home, okay?" He told me.

"Alright."