The clock ticked on and the hours passed slowly as the day of the reaping came upon us all.
I was sitting in a chair in the living room, not wanting to move.
Although, I'd be killed if I didn't show and sometimes I wondered if I should stay rather than risk my life each time I signed into that stupid gambling game.
I bathed this morning and put on my black skinny jeans, along with my black tank top and my black low heeled boots.
Was I goth? No.
Was my favorite color black? No, actually it was blue....Electric blue.
I just dressed in all black when I felt rather....Gloomy.
As I got up and started out the door, I looked around at everything. This could be the last time I was here...This could be the last time I was alive...But this could be just the beginning.
As I closed the door behind me, I started making my way towards the square, with the rest of the teens and children.
Mothers and fathers held their kids' hands as they walked.
Hugs were exchanged and words were said to those crying for fear of losing their life and being picked.
I didn't have that...My parents were gone and I couldn't do anything about it.
I was left to deal with the pain, hurt and anger inside of me.
So, as I came up to the line to be signed in, my heart raced.
I hated needles.
The lady didn't even do it gently, she pounded the needle in me and I almost growled. The little machine beeped and then I was let in.
I growled and held my arm as I walked over to my spot.
Standing from my position, I seen the two chairs for the Victors of our District.
Mags, she had won the eleventh Hunger Games, was the oldest Victor in our District alive.
She was a sweet and kind old lady whom Finnick and I cared for deeply.
Then there was Finnick...He was one of the youngest Victors and had won the sixty-fifth Hunger Games.
It was gloomy and dark outside today.
Clouds hovered above our district and the smell of rain filled the air.
I actually thought I felt a sprinkle of rain at one point.
I looked over and seen Annie Cresta, whom was a good friend of mine.
Annie was sweet and kind, but she was always scared for her life when the reaping came around.
This was her last year too and she was happy and ready for it.
As I looked around, noticing the two glass bowls filled with names, I almost groaned.
I just wanted to get this over with. Trust me, I didn't feel like being tormented today.
Finnick and Mags walked out of the building and across the stage to their seats.
Soon after a familiar face came forth.
As Skyra(The announcer at the reapings.), walked across the stage, she smiled and made it to the mic.
"Hello everyone!" She said happily.
Truth was, she was always acting fake on this particular day.
She hated the games, she hated announcing the names and she hated to see us die, but she had to fake her best smile and happy voice for the Capitol's pleasure.
"Welcome to the seventieth annual Hunger Games!" She said.
Mags, Finnick and the entire crowd was silent and I almost laughed...And if it weren't for the peacekeeper standing beside me, I would have, extremely loud too!
Finnick's eyes searched the crowd and he finally found whom he was looking for after searching for a few seconds...Me.
I met his eyes and he looked at me smiling and nodded his head once as if to reassure me that I would be fine...Although I wasn't so sure...
"Moving on..." Skyra said as she looked down and then back up at us all.
"It is time to pick a male and a female tribute to fight for our district in The Hunger Games!" She said trying to make it sound like a fun game.
Again, no one made a sound.
"We shall start with the ladies." Skyra said with a smile as she walked over to the glass bowl on her left.
My heart rate sped up and I watched her as she reached down into the bowl, picking a card up and coming back to the mic.......