I open the door and walk in. He is here, of course he is. The reaping is tomorrow and he knows I'm afraid, but still right after school he goes to Nick. I see him sit there and laugh and I don't know what to do. I'm so over welled with anger and sadness that I just stand there watching them. I can feel a tear rolling down my cheek. I know it probably doesn't mean anything, but I still run home and lock myself in my bedroom. It's not big but not small either. On the right side there's a bed with a window over it. On the other side there's a desk with a single chair. There's a lamp sitting on the desk and a few school books.
I throw myself on the bed and hide under the covers. I stay like this for at least 20 minutes. Crying when I hear a weak knock on the door.
-Thea, are you okey? It's my mother.
-Yes mother. I answer wiping off my wet cheeks. I can hear her footsteps get lower and lower. She's leaving even though she knows I'm far from okey. She just doesn't care.
Another knock on my door, but this time it's harder and three times in a row, it's my brother. I don't answer.
-C'mon Thea. I know you're scared, just please let me in... It's not going to be you. No way!
-Go away Thomas. I say not caring that my voice broke on his name.
-I know this can be difficult for you, you're scared and you don't know what to do. It's normal, it has happened to all if us.
-Not you, you have never been scared. I tell him.
-Of course I have, and I am scared right now.
-Well then how can you hide so well?
-Because it's my name written eleven times against thousands of boys. The odds are pretty small it's going to be me.
-But it could happen.
-That's what I'm afraid of. It could be me.
