Ok, so I'm typing the chapter and my laptop dies. I meant to put it up last night but, my laptop died. I actually yelled. My sister stared at me like I was a freak, but anyway.. I'm really sorry!

District 5

Willa POV

I chase my 13 year old, brother, Will, up and down our hallway of our small house. I am 18 but, who cares? I can act like a 5 year old if I want.

"Willa! Stop it, I just washed the house!" My mom, Iris, yells.

"Ok." I say sadly.

"Your not the least bit worried are you?" she asks.

"No. Whatever happens, happens." I say.

"Your too much like your father. You go with the flow too much." She says.

I cringe when she mentions dad. We were very close, until mom kicked him out because he never got stuff done around the house. I have never forgiven mom for that. I never will.

"Go get ready for the Reaping." She says.

I cringe again; I know dad will be there.

"Ok, mom." I say quietly.

I walk down the hall to my small room I have had since I was a baby. I put on a white blouse and a light pink skirt. I put my long, auburn hair into a braided bun to get it out of my face. My tan skin and pale blue eyes stand out against my outfit.

I walk back to the family room and sit, waiting for my brother. Our house isn't much, it's small and plain, but to me its home. Will comes back here a few minutes later wearing a nice brown shirt and khakis.

"Ready?" My mom asks.

We both nod our heads and together we set out of the house and down the street. We live quite far from the square so we have to leave 25 minutes before it starts if we want to get there on time.

We actually do get there on time so I go to sign in then go to my section. Its my last year so I'm not as nervous, but I'm still nervous. Especially for my brother. Our escort, Brielle Maples, comes strutting onto the stage wearing a new leopard skin dress. She makes me sick.

"Hello, everybody!" she yells loudly. Its hard not to hear her, but I trained myself over the years so I don't have to hear her.

I just look around until she walks over to the Reaping Bowl.

"Willa Que!" she shouts probably as loud as she can get.

This is great.

Data POV

"Why do you always have to make such a witty comment on everything you do?" my 12 year old friend, Winni says.

"I wasn't always like this, its just I got used to. I'm still shy, just not around you." I say.

I laugh as he huffs and walks faster away. He keeps acting like he's ok, but I know he's not, after all it is his first Reaping.

"Well, you better go don't want your mommy to be upset." I say jokingly.

"I told you not to call her that." He grumbles.

I laugh and start to walk off. I wave to him when I hear him shout bye. You can't help but like Winni he's a good kid.

I walk back to my home to find my single mom, Kellie, cooking in the kitchen.

"Hey mom." I say as I walk into the kitchen.

"Hey Data. How's Winni?" she asks.

"He's acting like he's ok, but I don't think he is." I say.

"Well, maybe he is." My mom says.

"On his first Reaping?" I raise an eyebrow while asking this.

My mom just shakes her head and laugh. I smile and head to my room to get ready. I reach my small room and pull out my outfit for today. I wear a beige dress shirt with brown slacks; it makes my blue eyes pop. I shake out my auburn hair and stair at my .freckles in the mirror. I sigh and go to the kitchen where my mom was.

"Are we eating now?" I ask.

"Not right now. After the Reaping." She says.

I nod my head and together we walk out the door.

We walk in silence to the square. It's a time where we think to ourselves, and what is to come. We reach the square and I check in. I walk to the 15 year old boys section with a bunch of the 15 year olds.

We stand in silence until our escort, Brielle, comes onto stage. She babbles and I don't listen until she announces the girl's name.

"Willa Que!" she screeches.

A tall girl comes out of the 18 year old sector. Poor girl, it's her last year and she gets picked.

"Data Holmes!" Brielle yells.

I zoned out that long? Well, here goes nothing…