Disclaimer: Don't own them… SO STOP ASKING YOU FREAKISHLY FASHIONABLE MUNCHKINS!

The next day went by in a rush, and before I knew it… it was time for the reaping.

My mom woke me up at 6:30 so that I could get ready for the sickening event that was crawling closer to me every minute as I searched for my best dress.

"Mom where –" I walked into my mom's room and saw it.

Lying on my mothers bed was the dress that I told Celeste that I didn't want, it was ironed out, and lying next to it was a pair of shoes that looked like delicate slippers.

"I can't believe she did this," I said as I gently ran my hand along the dress's skirt.

I looked at the sleeves, there was something tucked into one of them, a piece of paper. I picked it up and something fell out of it, I gasped as I picked it up, it was a necklace, with a silver humming bird on it. I looked back at the paper and quickly unfolded it, inside my mother had written me a small letter.

Dessity,

I know that you're nervous and that you wont admit it, but there are some things that a mother can tell. Wear this necklace proudly, and know that it will keep you safe… and that whenever you're scared, you can fly away home.

I love you, so much more then you will ever know…

By then I was crying and shaking, I didn't know what to do, so I grabbed the dress and quickly slipped it on, making sure that my wings weren't showing in the back. Then I carefully picked up the necklace and fastened it around my neck, it was beautiful, and because of it… I felt beautiful.

"Time to go…" I said shakily as I placed my feet into the soft shoes.

Each step I took my heart pounded, and as I opened the door I had the urge to turn back and run back to my room. But I didn't, I kept walking, I walked until I got down the road halfway t to town.

Within minutes of walking to the half way point I heard foot steps behind me, and then someone was saying my name, and then they were next to me.

"Dessity," I heard James' familiar voice by my side.

I nodded, unable to speak, I was shaking with each step, and I'm guessing that he could tell I was scared be cause he took my hand and squeezed it. It felt weird having his hand in mine, unlike my clammy, sweaty hands his were warm, and they weren't shaking.

"We can do this," He whispered.

I nodded and managed to squeak, "I know."

The rest of the way to town we walked in silence, there was no need for words…

As we walked up to the downtown circle I gripped onto James's hand, hoping that the peace keepers wouldn't make me let go.

"Get in line," one of them said.

I cringed as James let go of my hand and headed towards the boys section and got his finger pricked.

"Get in line,"

I walked up to a lady in a white outfit and bit my lip so that I couldn't cry out when she stuck the needle in my finger.

"You may get in line, " She said.

I walked over to the line of fifteen year olds and stood in line, I felt nauseated, and my legs felt weak.

"WELCOME WEL – ahem," A woman dressed in a bright green dress, with curly purple hair and makeup that made her look like she rolled in paint tapped the microphone, "Welcome, welcome, today one courageous man… and woman will enter the 73rd annual Hunger Games!"

The crowd was silent, and the woman looked down at the podium, "Well, lets get started shall we… ladies first!"

I could feel the people around me tense up as she reached into the bowl and lifted up a single piece of paper out of it. On it was someone's name… and on it was someone's fate… death or survival.

The woman smiled, "Well here we are… Dessity Clark?"

I froze, the girls around me turned and stared at me, with pity in there eyes, "Dessity Clark, please come up to the stage, don't be shy," the woman said again.

I slowly started to walk towards the stage, knowing that somewhere my mother was burying her head in her hands and crying, and that my sister was probably screaming.

"There we are…" The woman smiled as I stepped on stage.

She smiled as if she knew that I was going to die, which didn't make me feel any better.

"Now onto the boys!"

Again she put her hand into a bowl, and again everyone held their breath… and again she took out a slip of paper.

Not even hesitating she read out the name, "James Mellor, please come up to the stage."

I watched horrified as James… the James that I had flown with for so many days and nights, the James that was… my friend, walked onto the stage.

I bit my lip to keep from screaming, I could see James glancing at me, but he kept his face straight.

"Thank you for coming for the annual Hunger Games reaping, see you next year," the woman smiled as she ushered us into the city hall.

Once we were in I was pushed into a small room with a couch and a window, but I didn't bother sitting down, I just stood there with my head pressed against the door, I was crying.

In about three minutes that two other people were pushed into the room with someone saying, "Three minutes, you have three minutes,"

I took me a second to realize that it was my mom and my sister Rosie, I hugged them and started to blubber about how I was sorry.

"No, don't be sorry hon…" My mom stroked my hair.

"I broke a promise to Rosie; I said I wouldn't get picked…" I wiped some tears off my face.

"It's ok…" Rosie said as she hugged me.

I could see that she was holding back tears and trying not to cry, she was a strong girl.

"Your time is over," the peace keeper opened the door again and pulled my mother out.

Before he pulled Rosie out she whispered, "Please don't die Dessity… please," and then she was gone.

I sat limply on the couch and cried, I cried until the door opened again and Missy walked in.

"I'm so sorry about this, I feel so bad for you, I just cant believe that – oh…" Missy sat on the couch next to me.

I could feel her staring at the dress, and I knew that she wanted me to say "If I die you can have it," but I didn't say anything, I just stared at the ground.

"I – I'm sorry Dess – " and then Missy too was gone.

I curled up in a ball and stayed there until the peace keepers brought me out of the room to board the train to the Capitol.

Once I stepped into the train I was scooped up into James' arms, I had come to the conclusion during the few days that I was with James that he was my best friend, and I didn't want to lose him.

"I can't believe it…" I said as we sat down in some chairs next to each other.

I felt numb, even as James handed me a glass of water, I couldn't move.

"The train is moving," he said suddenly.

I swallowed, "I can't even feel it."

"I know…" he said as he looked at the table.

"I'm scared…" I whispered.

He looked me in the eyes, and for the first time I could see fear in them, "Me too…" he whispered back.

Yay! So… ok I want you guys to review some ideas for other tributes that are going to be in the games… I need they're names, age and they're choice of weapons… yeah :P lol