The strands of hair fall gracefully over Angie's face, shaping it perfectly. She has a slight bounce in her step when she walks, so it delicately rests upon her back. She wears the pale blue dress I wore for my first reaping. And the reaping after that, and the reaping after that. When I was fifteen Angie became of age, therefore the dress got handed down to her and I was given another one of the same style and colour, only bigger. A blue ribbon sits neatly atop her blonde curls matching the colour of the dress. My father watches her bounce around the kitchen with a pained look in his eyes, like he is imagining life without her. My mother is polishing things that have already been polished, and straightening the chair around the house that are already about as straight as you can get them. She is distracting herself. I can see the same kind of look in her eyes like the one my father gave Angie, yet this time it is directed at me. I look away trying not to catch her eye and continue to adjust my own hair ribbon. When the trumpets signalling the start of the reaping sound, a small shriek escapes my mother's lips. My father forces a smile and puts his arm around her, "we have been fine every other year," he says comforting her, "so we shall be fine this time." That is not entirely true, seven years ago I had a brother named Caleb, he won the games and for his incredible skill he was offered a job in the capitol. My brother was an adventurous boy so he had many scars covering his body. Rumours spread faster than wild fire that our family has been treating his wrong. Not wanting to lose his job, Caleb backed them up and added to the lies about us. Horrified, my father went and spoke to him, offering that an apology would set things back to the way they were. But Caleb wasn't having it. He was rich and he was adored by citizens everywhere, he rather the disownment of his family than to lose his loyal followers. Mentioning his name in our house is considered a sin and no one from our district is foolish enough to say his name in front of us.