Changes for the Worse
I stand waiting anxiously for someone to be reaped. I don't get very worried anymore because there are so many people in District 4 and even when someone gets picked some idiot volunteers and gets killed but my name is still in there five times. There's still a possibility. I see Finnick looking at me ruffling his bronze hair but not breaking our stare. He smiles slightly at me and I smile back. I guess he still remembers me. He's nineteen now, I'm seventeen and he's changed though not much, I still see him like he was five years ago. But he looks more upset every year, I guess that's what happens when you forced into the Capitol then every year have to go back home and be reminded of the life you could be living.
"Annie Cresta!" I hear someone call out. Finnick's face suddenly drops and I realise that I have been reaped. I'm still not worried because someone will volunteer. "Any volunteers?" I hear the voice ask as I walk out slowly looking down at my shoes ignoring the following glares.
Silence. No one seems to volunteer. It is prone to happen but I don't expect it. My heart races increasingly faster as I'm walking up to the steps. "Welcome Annie. How old are you?" the escort asks. I don't want to answer I want to cry; after all in a few days I'll be dead but I need to keep strong. Be positive, I have no chance in hell if I'm not.
"Seventeen." I say looking out to the crowd of sullen looking boys still waiting to be repead and relieved looking girls, although I see my best friend Kay in tears. I don't notice anything for a couple of minutes, looking out in a state of shock. Before I know it a small boy shakes my hand; he doesn't look like a career. It's odd that no one's volunteered. Why me? I don't want to kill anyone! Or be killed, but what else will I do?