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I wake up early today. Even though it's the reaping, there's no rest in the bakery. Everyone wants to celebrate when they are not picked. I am sure I won't be the tribute. I'm seventeen, and only have my name in the bowl 7 times. There are some kids in the Seam, the poorest part of District 12, that have entered there name in over 40 times by my age. They entered the extra for the tesserae, which will stop them from starving. Like Lenya. She is a year younger than me, and has her name entered 38 times.

I pull myself out of bed and stumble down to the kitchen. My mother is already up, up to her elbows in flour. I silently curse. Why couldn't dad be the early riser? "Why did you take so long to get down here?" she snaps, whacking me none too gently on the head with the roller. "Daydreaming again? Life isn't a party. You're not no pretty Capitol citizen who can just loll around all day. Man up and work!"

"Sorry," I mutter, looking longingly out the window in the direction of Lenya's house. She'll be up already, scared for herself, and her 11 year old sister, Tess. In a year, Tess'll be a name in that glass bowl. "Sorry doesn't cut it! Now get to work at the cashier!" Casting one last glance out the window, I walk into the front room of the shop, where some kid from the Seam is waiting for me. Where he got money for bread, I don't know. Probably something illegal though, if I know the Seam. What's his name? Sale? Close…Oh! It's Yale! He's one of those kids who has his name in the reaping too many times. "Hey. What do you want?" I ask, rather grumpily, because this kid is probably the reason my mother yelled at me. Rather uncomfortably, he replies, "Can I talk to your father?"

"He's asleep."

"Please?"

"No."

"The only business I have with anyone in this house is your father." Yale shouts out angrily. "Ok, ok! I'll wake him up!" I hurry upstairs to my parent's bedroom, and shake my dad awake. "Go away Peeta."

"No. There's some kid down at the bakery who will only do business with you. His name's Yale."

"Ok. Tell him I'll be down in a second. By the way, his names Gale." My dad stumbles out of bed to the bathroom, and locks the door behind him. I go back to the bedroom I share with my brothers, because now that Dad's up, the front counter is looked after. I can sleep. Of course, my brothers think otherwise. Allen and Yamen are having a pillow fight, stopping only when I walk into the room. "Hey little bro. Want to join us?" Yamen asks. I shake my head and head out of the room and towards the back entrance. Towards Lenya.