"And remember class, tomorrow there will be a new thing here in Panem." Said my boring teacher Mrs. Smith. I wasn't really paying attention to her considering how boring history was, but I probably should have. I lay half asleep with my face in a textbook and pretended to be focusing really hard. "Anyway" she continued. "Tomorrow in each of Panem's 12 districts there will be an event called The Reaping. In The Reaping one boy and one girl from each of the 12 districts will be chosen to compete in a fight to the death. The Capital has decided to punish us for rebelling."
Jimmy Harris raised his hand. "Yes" said my teacher
"What exactly do you mean by a fight to the death?" He asked in that annoying squeaky voice of his.
"All I know is that 24 children between the ages of 12 and 18 are selected to fight until 23 are dead and only 1 is alive." She said. The class suddenly grew silent, eager to hear more. "Now class, I don't want to bore you, but this is very serious. I highly doubt it, but if any of you are chosen, you will be placed in this horrific event and forced to survive for- God knows how long."
The bell suddenly rang and everyone left. I slowly lifted my head off of my textbook and left the room. "I wonder what this event is?" Asked my best friend Michael, who always asked a bunch of questions.
"I don't know." I said, "but I don't want to get picked for it."
"Yeah, that would be awful. Being picked to die basically. Unless, of course, you win. I wonder what happens if you're the last alive." Said Michael
"See you tomorrow at whatever the picking thingy is." I said
I walked back home to my house a few blocks away. My parents were both sitting on the couch with my little sister watching the news. The Reaping and competition were on screen and my mother and father looked at me worriedly. My little sister was too young to be chosen, but I could get picked.
"Relax." I said. "There are hundreds of people, I doubt that I will get picked."
The rest of the night was silent and as I lay in my bed I still worried a little about the thought of getting chosen to kill or be killed. I had no clue what I would do if i got chosen. Possibly a spear would be okay for me considering I throw the javelin in track. Throwing knives also could work because I am good at randomly throwing things. I fell asleep at about 2 in the morning and had to wake up at 7. I put on my nice new suit my parents had bought me and headed into the saquare of district 5 to see who would get picked.
The lady on stage went on with random nonsense for a while and then finally she got ready to pick. Everyone was crossing their fingers and praying they would not get picked. She finally put her hand into a bowl and drew out a name. "Julia Fig" She announced. I had no clue who she was, but when I looked up I saw that she was only about 14 and was whimpering. I prayed that I wouldn't have to fight her.
A sign appeared on the big screen in the downtown square to clap, but very few did. The lady crossed over to the boys bowl and did a strange motion with her hands. The bowl was very close to filled and immediately when she reached in, a slip fell out. She picked it up off of the ground and read the name written on the paper. "Blair Quagmire" She read
It took me several seconds to draw the same conclusion everybody else had come to. I was going into this event. I slowly walked up to the stage with a fearful look on my face and shook the girl's hand. Before I could start screaming and freaking out, I was led into a small room with no windows and only a small couch and lamp. I was locked inside and told to wait there. A minute later my mother and little sister came in. Neither could speak for they were both full of tears and just as scared as I was. My father gave me a small gold ring and told me to bring it home. I nodded and after several more visitors, including Julia's parents, I was forced into a big train where I was locked in a little compartment. Inside I could see a bed, lamp, TV, and some chairs. I sat down on the bed and burried my face in the pillow.