A/N: I don't need any more tributes, I still need my one stylist.

Disclaimer: I don' own the hunger games, just these characters. Except for Effie and Haymitch and the Mayor.

I get to the square just in time; the Mayor is just starting to read the Treaty of Treason. I go to my designated area and quickly find Caylyn, my best friend.

"Hey, I thought you weren't ever going to get here!" she says

'Ya, I'm here, wouldn't want to risk getting killed."

"I wonder who's going to get reaped this year."

"I don't want to know."

Haymitch walks up on the stage, half-drunk, and a woman I don't recognize walks up there to. The Mayor finishes the reading treaty and the woman steps up to the podium and says

"Hello district 12, I am Effie Trinket and I will be the escort this year. May the odds ever be in your favor! Ladies first!"

She walks to the glass reaping ball and dunks her hand into it, I pray that for Caylyn and I pray for myself. I prayed too late.

"Lark Cajeiss?"

She says it like a question, my name. I am in shock, I am sure my face has gone completely pale by now. I soon realize all of Panem will see my face. I run up to the stage and sit down in the chair that is provided for me.

"Volunteers?" she calls out as I look desperately to the crowd. They just look back at me, feeling sorry. "No volunteers, Lark Cajeiss, you are the female tribute for district 12!"

I keep my head down, not wanting people to see my tears.

"Presley Vach." She calls

Presley walks up to the stage and I recognize him as one of the kids from my class. He takes his seat next to me and I look over, giving him a weak smile, and he returns it. He just keeps looking forward with a blank expression on his face. Effie tells us quietly to stand up.

"District 12! Meet your tributes for the 58th Hunger Games!"

We shake hands are quickly escorted to the Justice Building.