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I stumbled against the doorframe on my way in. It had been curved differently than all of the other houses, but we'd never had the time or the patience to fix it. Anyways, I stooped through the door to see two figures inside. One was Helia, my mother, and one was Thomas. They were in deep conversation when I entered.
"...just don't have the greatest feeling about today." Thomas was saying as I entered.
"I get that same feeling, but who... Sadie! You're back!" my mother began the reply, but noticed my arrival. "I have your clothes all ready for you in your bedroom, you can go put them on now. We're leaving here for the reaping in ten minutes, so be ready by then."
"Alright, Mom." I replied, then stopped for just a moment. "What was that you were talking about when I came in?"
"Nothing, sweetie. Just get changed."
"Fine." I slipped through the narrow door and quickly got ready for the reaping. I'd left them out after last year's reaping; I considered it a crime to touch those horrible, cursed clothes when it wasn't Reaping Day. In the last two years of having to struggle through the reaping, I'd worn the same thing both times: A white dress with a white rose in the front pocket. My long, brown hair was put back into a tight bun. The dress was the most expensive object in our house, just a tiny bit nicer than my father's coat. I sighed just thinking about him. My father insisted on our family being just a tiny bit wealthier than the rest of the community, so he worked an extra two hours in the field. I hardly saw him at all (my four hours in the field were the two break hours he had off midday), but when I did he inspired me much more than my mother. It was just...
"Sadie! We're leaving now. C'mon!" Thomas interrupted my surge of thoughts. I quickly slipped on my shoes and dashed out the door, slamming into the frame for good measure.