So I clicked on this random person's account, (all I can remember is that it started with and or included the word happy) and this story was in the favorites. Slightly creeped me out. If it was possibly you, please review. It would be epical.

*TO LAZY TO THINK OF SOMETHING CLEVER TO GO HERE*

Reaping day. What we were all dreading.

Well, I was dreading. Taylor thought this was all one big joke, and therefore didn't care about anything. I ticked me off. Our 'parents' and 'siblings' just tried to convince themselves that we were fine and safe, that there were thousands of slips. Lies.

We didn't really have any nice clothes, just a really clean set of work clothes. They itched.

"Shay, honey, stop scratching," said my mom. She slapped my hand.

I did not like this woman. "Fine."

"Go help Talya to her age group, now," said my mom, shoving me hard towards my younger sister. She was twelve, and as far as I was concerned a total brat.

I 'helped' her over to the twelve's, and then strutted over to the fifteens. She wasn't even in the ball. They just wanted the options to look wider then they were, and that meant siblings stood with the crowd.

I could see Taylor over in the seventeen's, telling some joke that had a group of nervous boys laughing. I sighed. At least someone was having fun.

The ancient clock gonged eleven times, and everyone fell silent. The mayor, who was despised for his gluttony, wattled up to the stage.

He spoke of how there was a place called North America, and how it was destroyed and a flurries of volcanoes, and earthquakes, disease and tsunamis. How all the people fell, and how the strongest of the strong created Panem out of the ashes of a once great land. How they formed the District system. This is where things went a little crazy.

He said they lived in peace for many years, and the people were happy. But then they decided that protection from the Capitol wasn't enough, and began to form rebellions. Thankfully they were small, but they left the Capitol with no other choice then to punish them all. Thus, the Hunger Games were born.

I was so confused. There was so much more than just that downplayed version of history. But as I looked around, I saw people nodding in agreement. Not happy nodding, but nodding. This was the lies they had been fed, so why not take them?

"Time for tribute calling!" sing sung a purple haired woman on stage. She leapt and bounded across the stage to a big ball, and reached in, pulling out a slip of paper. "Please please," I prayed under my breath.

"Shay Renolds!" My heart sunk as I made my way up to the stage. I was right all along. This was all for me to die.

"Bright, aren't we?" bubbled the woman. "Now the boys!" She literally bounced like a bouncy ball over to the male tribute ball, and I prepared myself for what was coming next.

"Taylor Whutney!" she shrieked out to the crowd. Everyone politely applauded as Taylor made his way up to the stage.

Our fat mayor began reading the Treaty of Treason, and I started daydreaming. Anywhere was better than here. My mind flitted from thinking of Tyler and Britta to school to my parents. I only snapped out of it when they called for Taylor and me to shake hands. Taylor was just vibrating with, well, whatever Taylor is full of. Honestly, if he was full of rubber ducks I wouldn't be surprised.

Peace Keepers lead us over to our worn out Justice building and locked us in separate room. Dangit. It wasn't long until my really weird family came in.

"It's your fault for letting her take out tesserae," fake sobbed my mom, not looking at my dad. "Listen, dear, try to get someone over there to be sympathetic and send us food, all right?"

Talya, the little witch, just looked really smug. "Can I have her blankets?" she suddenly asked, turning to our father. "And her clothes? And her bed?"

"Sure," he said, avoiding looking at me.

I had known this family for all of not even two days and already they are planning what to do my stuff when I'm not even dead yet. What. The. Crap.

"Out," I said, fed up. My parents looked at me, shocked. "Just out." When no one started moving, I shoved my mother towards the door. "I don't care how much you are my family, just get out."

"Listen, girl," said my father, raising his fist.

"Help!" I shrieked.

Peacekeepers burst in the door. Seeing my father's fist, they held up guns. "I suggest you leave," one offered coolly.

My father deliberated for a moment, then grabbed Talya's hand and stormed out, my mother on his heels.

"Thanks," I said, flashing a smile at the dude who helped me. He blinked, shocked, and started pulling his troops through the doors.

A short girl burst in. "Shay!" she cried, bowling into me.

"Slow down!" I laughed, catching the girl and righting her.

I vaguely recognized her, May or something, as an 11 year old neighbor who was apparently my best friend. "Oh, Shay," she sobbed into my shirt. "This morning I was worried, and my mom was all, 'Now, Maddie, nothing bad will happen today.' She told me to smile. Now look!" Her hands clutched at my shirt.

"Mads, Mads," I said calmingly. "I'll come back, I promise."

She backed up. "Please, wear this," she told my, sniffling. She shoved a complex wristband at me. At closer inspection, I gasped.

It was woven out of grass, in small intricate patterns. Amazing. It spelled out Maddie's name, and when tugged didn't fray.

"How did you do this?" I questioned, turning my eyes up to the girl, but she was gone.

*THIS LINE IS NOW DUBBED LAWNYAY FOR LACK OF A BETER NAME*

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