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What felt like hours passed from when I saw Gale and Katniss yet my anxiety was increasing. It always surprises me how calm my mother is when it comes to reaping after all that happened to her. However deep down its because I know I have no chance of being reaped; I'm an Undersee after all.
Thoughts suddenly start running into my head about my friends being reaped. "What If Katniss were to go in the games, or Delly, or Belle?' I just can't afford to think like that.
"Madgey!" My mother bellowed "Stop looking gormless... its time!". There was an essence of excitement to her tone, as though she couldn't wait to find out who the next Tributes would be. Sometimes, she sickens me.
As the clock in the square struck 1, children filed in. I always find this part distressing to see, so many children walking to their public execution. We line up in our age categories Being 16, I have to stand towards the front, shielding the young ones from the harsh reality. I looked around to see if I could see anyone that I knew but they were all obscured from my vision. Tension was running high within the square. Murmurs of "It can't be me", "I hope its you" and "I don't know what I'd do without you" echoed within the silenced section. My heart bled for the family and friends of whoever was soon to be chosen. Its the same thing every year. Someone you know gets sent off to the capitol to never return. They never have in my lifetime but there is still hope. Still hope for the children of district 12. There always will be.
"Welcome one and all". The clock had struck 2 and my father had begun to speak.