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Martina Rosestone POV

I fall backwards, letting my knees catch the branch, supporting my whole body. Blood rushes to my head, making me dizzy for a second. My long white blond hair looks like two ropes against the tree bark. I remember one time when Molly thought it was one and tried to climb up a tree with it. I can still feel the throbbing at the base of my head when think about it.

I watch silently as Cindy and Jason run around the base of the tree, playing a mindless game of tag. I haven't seen them this happy in a while, not since Mom and Dad died. Jason pulls Cindy by her brown hair, and she falls on top of him, laughing till her face turns red. She scrambles to her feet, pushing Jason back so she has more time to get away. I smile slightly at their innocence. Even the sight of my happy siblings can't cheer me up today.

I swing myself back into a sitting position, and glance at the large tower clock in the middle of town. Only an hour until the reaping starts. I jump down, landing gracefully next to Sasha who's been quietly leaning against the tree, drawing. She looks up at me, her brown eyes wide under her glasses.

"Martina? Is it time?" She asks, her eyes starting to water. I shake my head at the eleven year old.

"We have an hour, but we gotta go get Luke, Molly, and Cameron from the Sappers' house." I explain, then start on my way towards the Sappers'. The three troop behind me, Sasha clutching her sketch pad to her chest, and the twins still pulling at each other's hair. When we're about halfway there Jason pokes Cindy in a pressure point, and she squeals so loud that a peacekeeper whirls around to stare at us. Of course Cindy, being Cindy, is completely oblivious to this, but Sasha isn't. Before I can stop her Sasha slaps Cindy across the face, her eyes blazing.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS?" She roars at the pair. I swiftly grab Sasha by the collar, glaring at her.

"Sash? Why don't you go home and meet us at the reaping?" I command. Sasha glares right back, but listens all the same. With a curt nod, she turns on her heel and marches to our small apartment, not looking back once. I smooth out my green dress and look reproachfully at the twins. "And you two, no more stupid games." The smiles of the twins are wiped from their faces, and they go back to their usual silence. Every once in a while their eyes will connect, and they'll have a whole conversation without any words. Great, just what I need, the twins to go back to being mute.

We arrive at the Sappers' and Molly rushes outside, her skinny arms wrapping around my legs. Luke and Cameron emerge next, small smiles lighting up their face when they see me. I smile in return, and we all walk to the main square together.

The square is already crowded when we get there. Sasha is standing at the edge of all the worrying families, dressed in a pretty blue dress. Molly, and Luke race up to her, hugging her round the waist.

"Take care of them." I mutter softly to her. She knows what I mean. If I happen to be chosen, she's in charge. Sasha hugs me tight, and I have to pry her hands from my waist. "Don't be a baby." I say harshly, but only because I don't want her to scare the younger kids. Then I'm gone, disappearing into the sea of thirteen-year-olds awaiting the verdict that will mean the death of their friends and family.

The escort appears on stage, her golden teeth glittering in the sun. She doesn't wait before sticking her hand into the reaping bowl. My eyes search the crowd for my family; I need to see them one more time before I hear the name of the next victim. I see the escort's orange lips moving as she announces the name of the girl tribute when I spot Molly running after Luke out of the corner of my eye. I turn towards them, hoping that Sasha's behind them, watching like she promised. But when I finally find her she's not watching any of the kids. Her mouth is wide open in shock, eyes sweeping across the crowd, looking for someone. Then her eyes meet mine and tears spill onto her face, dripping down her nose. I frown, then the name finally registers in my brain.

"Martina Rosestone!" Then my world goes black.