Isis Knight POV

I rock little baby Rowan side to side, singing a sweet little lullaby to him.

"Mother," I whisper, "Will you watch him during the reaping? I don't think it would be a good idea for him to be with me. I doubt the peacekeepers would make an exception just because he is my son."

My mother nodded, brushing away a tear.

"It's alright mum," I say wrapping one arm around her, "I'll be fine!"

"But what if you aren't?" she asks, "What if you end up like..."

I sigh, "I know," I tell her, "Like Theo. That's what worries me. Then Rowan will have nobody to care for him, no parents. That's not going to happen though mother. I can promise you that."

My mother began to sob excessively. It's just the idea being put in her head of me being reaped that upsets her. It upsets me too, of course.

I remember, almost exactly 2 years ago, telling Theo he was going to have a child. It was only weeks before the reaping. Then he was reaped. I remember him calling out to me, on his way onto the train. He promised me he would return, then he asked me to marry him. I waited patiently for him to return to me and our baby slowly growing inside me.

Then came the final 3, Theo standing up against the tributes of District 1. His death was slow and painful. I watched as the District 1 tributes took my fiancee away from me, and as they took Rowans father away from him.

I can't stand seeing Rowan growing up without a father. I tell him stories about how wonderful his father was. Not once has he asked me where his father is, but I know one day he will. I will have to explain the games to him.

This is my last year to be reaped, after this I don't need to worry as much. But sadly, I don't know if the odds are in my favour. My names entered quite a few times. My family isn't very wealthy, and I need to support Rowan and my mother as well as myself. Tesserae is vital.

"That dress makes you look so beautiful," said my mother, wiping a tear from her eye. My dress is a light pink shade and falls just below my knees. I hand Rowan over to her, watching him reach for her.

"Watch out for him mom," I tell her, "He has a tenancy to wander off. Turn your back on him for a minute and he could be in the arms of a peacekeeper."

My mother nodded and we began making our way to the square. I walk tall as Mom and Rowan follow. I'm trying to look brave and strong for my child. I want him to think his mother stands tall against the Capital, and he should too. I want all him memories of his childhood to be good ones.

I part from my family at the sign up table. I kiss my child then wave goodbye. I obliviously prick my finger, thinking of the ones I love, thinking of Theo. Then going off to find my spot.

Nervously, I watch as the ceremony slowly comes to a start, the woman rising to her feet and taping the microphone with her long multicolour nails. It catches my attention immediately, snapping me out of my world.

The name of the girl, the name of the next tribute. The name every single one of us dread. The name nobody wants to hear. I suck in my breathe, waiting for the final blow.

It seems I will not be able to tuck Rowan in tonight, maybe never again.

Tom Harkins POV

"Isis Knight!" they call out. I don't exactly know this girl. I might have heard her name around, but it was never directly spoken to me.

I hear she's a mom. Kinda sucks she's getting reaped isn't it? Maybe somebody sympathetic or a family friend will volunteer for her. I also hear Theo, from last year's games, was her boyfriend or something. This girls life seems really bad.

I wonder who her partner will be this year. I look around at all the guys. Some look like they could actually stand a chance. We got some really strong kids pulling weeds out in the fields. That's not my job of course. I water the crops, exciting right?

I have to support myself since I don't really have parents anymore and my foster parents aren't exactly supportive of me. I'm pretty sure they don't even remember my name. It's kinda hard to cope, but somehow I manage without dying. Even if it involves putting my name in a few extra times.

The creepy woman smiles as she reaches into the second globe. Isis looks anxious to see who her partner is.

"Tom Harkins?"

I freeze in place unable to move. That's me!

I regain my capability to move and begin making my way to the stage. I face Panem, showing them yet another person they can watch die.