I sat quietly on the bleachers my hands set politely in my lap. Inside I was honestly a little scared, the Reapings were terrible to watch and even worse to be in. I didn't want to cry and I didn't want to see someone else cry.

I watched as Elisa Liebon bounced onstage and started her bubbly little speech. "Today we have a very uncommon reaping. Our female tribute seems to have already been chosen for us." She paused and frowned." This is highly unethical but in my hand I already hold the name of the second ever female tribute. Districts one's competitor is… Kaia Burnsteen! Congratulations Kaia you are now in the running to become the Hunger Games champion! Come on down."

My whole stomach turned over and I vomited onto the floor in front of me. I felt a hand behind me pushing me up but I couldn't move. I had just vomited on a national broadcast and still all I could do was stare ahead of me at the podium up front. Right now it looked suspiciously like the gallows I'd seen being set up all over the place during the rebellion. I think it was supposed to. Just another reason my feet refused to move towards it.

"Kaia Burnsteen come on down! There's no need to be scared." She let out a bubbly little laugh and smiled. "If you take to long than we won't have time to announce the male tribute."

Reluctantly my feet moved towards the gallows shaped stand. My whole heart beating in rhythm with the blood in my head. I couldn't believe my father would do this to me. I never actually thought he would. Even when she had announced we had a predetermined female tribute I assumed it was someone else. I never thought it would be me standing on the stage watching swarms of people stare at me. And to take it better I felt like I was going to puke again. Right up front this time.

"Well that certainly was uncalled for. But luckily the capital accounts for things like this and we still have plenty of time saved for our male tribute. And speaking of which our male tribute is…" she dug her hand into a glass bowl and fished around for a piece of paper. She soon found one and started to unfold it. " Barnin Kraus! Welcome you are in the running to be the Hunger Games Victor! Congratulations Barnin."

I watched as he walked down the isles perfectly calm and almost looking happy. He seemed like the kind of person that would not hesitate a moment if it came to crushing someone's scull. I on the other hand probably looked extremely unfit to be in this competition. What with my puking on the stands and the tears in my eyes now as I stood up there.

" Well competitors, you two are the second group of tributes to ever come from District 1. Shake hands and then go to the train over there to get ready for your entrance into the capital!"

I shook his hand and he practically pulled my arm out of my socket. His hand was strong and by the looks of it he was strong in general. And right then the only thoughts racing through my head were I'm going to die.