I wake up to the sounds of the birds and Marvel's family nosily clattering downstairs. I peek outside; the Peacekeepers are setting up the stage for the Reaping. Other than that and the birds, the district is empty. Everyone is either inside, getting ready, or at the Range, training for when they will get called to be in the Hunger Games. In District One, it's a big honor to be in the Games, except when you're a 12 year old, then it's not fun anymore, or when you don't train because you think you will never be picked, like my brother.
I make my bed and open the closet. I pull out a silver shimmering dress Marvel's mother had helped me pick out for this year's reaping. After I'm all freshened up, I dry my hair and weave it into a basket of some sort, on the top of my head.
I walk down stairs and I see Marvel wearing a purple button down shirt, the sleeves pushed up to the elbows. He is wearing a simple white tie and his hair is combed to perfection.
I smile, "You look amazing."
He grabs my hands and slowly pulls me to him; I wrap my arms around him and kiss his nose. "You look equally amazing." He replies.
"Time for breakfast!" Marvel's mother yells to us. We walk in and serve ourselves. There was French toast, eggs, sausage, pancakes, waffles, bacon, biscuits, cinnamon rolls, orange juice, and apple juice.
"So many choices," I say.
I just grab a little bit of everything, except for orange juice.
After breakfast we hear the sound to start heading to the square. Marvel and I walk out together, and even though we are early, there are already tons of teenagers there.
I spot Glimmer and I see she is wearing a bedazzled pink strapless gown that falls to her feet. She struts over to where we are.
"Hello! Twilight, you look awesome!" she says in a tone that I can tell she really meant it and she wanted to be friends.
I take a quick glance at Marvel. He gives me a look saying, Just try to be friends with her. I shrug and turn to Glimmer.
"Thanks. I like your, um, dress." I make sure that Glimmer can't sense the sarcasm, but I didn't need to, it was Glimmer.
"Thank you! I bedazzled it myself! Want to stand by me?" She smiles and grabs my hand, taking me to our spot. I look at Marvel, wanting so bad to get out of Glimmer's grasp. He blows me a kiss and I return it.
The reaping starts and our mayor began to read the Treaty of Treason. I'm not paying attention though, I'm thinking of if my name got called, how I would kill all of the tributes.
"Let's start with the girls!" Lillian spits through the microphone. She walks over to the glass bowl and plunges her hand in it. She picks a sheet of paper and walks over to the microphone.
"Glimmer Green!" She yells.
I stare at Glimmer and she smiles. She turns to me, hugs me, and walks to the stage, her pink dress glittering in her wake.
"And now, for the boys!" Lillian flounces to the other glass bowl and goes deep into the pile of names. She walks back and opens the sheet of paper.
"Marvel Johnston!" When I hear her say Marvel's name, I'm happy, but then I realize ever other tribute wants Marvel dead, in order to win.
Marvel brushes his tie and walks proudly to the stage and joins Glimmer.
"These are the District 1 tributes! Shake hands!" Marvel and Glimmer does what Lillian says and shake each other's hands.
"Everyone clap!" She orders.
I clap, but not for Glimmer, of course, for Marvel. I so wish he comes back alive. Lillian pushes them into the Justice Building and we all walk to our homes.