I fold my hands across my lap. Maybe, I won't get picked. Maybe, I will and I'll deal with it. I'm Julianna Greenlan. I'm 13. Grandmother, Father, and Mother won the Hunger Games. So did my brothers, Brick, Hilgo, and Lightric. I live on the edge of District 7. Mother and Hilgo died in a car accident a week ago. Grandmother died of old age and Father died of Lung Disorder. I flip over so I'm on my stomach. I stuff my pillow in my face, muting the cries. The one room house is miserable. One giant cot on the floor with blankets and pillows on one side and a stove on the other. Brick awakes and shakes me to see if I'm awake.
"You promised you wouldn't volunteer today. Do you still keep your promise?" His 15 year old blue eyes gleam from the sunlight coming from the window above.
"I said I promised, Brick."
"You never know."
"I do know, because I'm not volunteering, but I can get reaped."