"My goodness, Sagitarria, you've had me worried sick!" my mom says. I look around to see my sister and brother, Saffra and Hammil in the living room. I plop down on the couch. "The Hunger Games are back. The reaping's tomorrow." Mom runs over to us and we all hug. Saffra is nineteen, so she isn't eligble, but Hammil and I are. The next day I'm in the square with Hammil. Saffra and Mom went off in the audience. The employees prick our fingers and we take our places. "Welcome to the 76th Hunger Games," says Fannia, "and may the odds be ever in your favor. As always, ladies first." I watch as she plucks a paper out of the giant bowl. My heart is beating a thousand miles an hour. Fannia straitens herself up. "Sagitarria Odinshoot." What? I only entered once. How could it be me? I walk up to the stage and watch tears stream down Mom's face. "And now the boys," says Fannia. She pauses. "How strange. Hammil Odinshoot." Mom and Saffra break out in tears as Hammil walks up to the stage. "You don't need to shake hands, you're siblings. Now, let's go to the Capitol-" "Wait!" shouts Phox. "I volunteer!" "Why," Fannia says. "Three games in a row?" Hammil looks at me than glances to Phox. "Phox, why?" I ask. "I'll explain later," he says. "Well that's it," Fannia says. "Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor."