INTRO:
I wake up, heart thudding with dread. For today is my first reaping. This year its a Quater quell. And the only kids getting reaped are thirteen. Which i am. YOU'RE A CAREER! I try to tell myself. But the truth is, i cant be. Im strong, all right, i can fight, but i cant kill. But i dont want to killed. YOU HAVENT BEEN CHOSEN, i tell myself firmly. STOP WORRYING. after all, there are thousands of other 13 year olds....
4 hours later
I hop on toe to toe in nervousness in my stiff, expensive dress. All us thirteen year olds stand together. i cant believe some people are talking about volunteering four anyone who's called. I shiver , realizing how ruthless most people of my district are. "RIGHT,"calls our yearly host, Cali Hemble. The noise dies down at once. I link hands with my twin brother, who i love more than anyone. His palm is as sweaty as mine.I look up at him. " Its ok," he mouths at me. But it isnt.
" This year's tributes are......Camoline Tribee....and, oh my, Adam Tribee!!!!!"
My knees wobble. We cant survive. At least of us will die, most likely both of us. I cant help it; my legs buckle and i pass out