I calm myself down. No, try to calm myself down. But I can't. I say to myself, everyone's names will be in the reaping balls, just like mine. But knowing President Snow, he probably has given orders for the reaping balls to be rigged, so my name and Peeta's are very likely to be pulled out. And this year, as they are recreating the Third Quarter Quell, each district has to double the number of tributes produced, like the Second Quarter Quell, the one that Haymitch won. At least this year, if all of the district's children are the last four left, they will be allowed to live. Effie comes up on the stage. She comes up and says "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be in your favour!" with her silly Capitol accent. "Ladies first!" she says, like always, reaches into the glass ball with the girls' names and pulls two out.

"Katniss Everdeen!"

No surprise there.

"Primrose Everdeen!"

Oh no. Me and Prim walk hand in hand to the stage. If only I could volunteer for her. She squeezes my hand, like Peeta did, the first time I walked onto that stage. But really, I've been expecting this. If anyone needs comforting, it's her. So I squeeze her hand back. Effie reaches into the glass ball with the boys' names, and again, pulls out two.

"Peeta Mellark!"

Shocker.

"And… Gale Hawthorn."

Wait! Gale's nineteen! How did his name get in there? Then I remember. In return for not being executed, Gale has to put his name down for every Hunger Games for the rest of his life, unless he comes out of a Hunger Games alive. And we all know what that means.