Scarlett: Reaped for Death

    I'm running through a forest. Running as fast as my legs can possibly take me because I'm being chased. Its pitch black, and the footsteps behind me are flooding my ears and filling my head with panic.

     I can't quite see the face of the person, or thing, but there's something in its hand. I turn my head slightly, and then I hear it. A voice I can't quite place. It's saying my name. How does it know my name? Oh gosh. I just run. Run, run, run. My name being called, over and over again "Scarlett! Scarlett!".

Suddenly, I am in my bed, staring face to face with my mother, her brown eyes filled with concern.

        I am Scarlett Evans, I am 15 years old, and today is the reaping.  In fact, it's my sister's first reaping. Sage stands a few feet behind my mother, a worried look on her young face.

      Sage has always been the most sensitive of the family, and she has been having nightmares for the past week. But, being how she is, how could she not? It's gonna be her first reaping and she is scared to death.

        We live in district 3, and its my parents, brother, sister, and I all cramped into a tiny 2 bedroom, 1 story house. My brother and I get tesserea, and we both refuse to let my sister get it until I am unelligible for the reaping. We eat a small breakfast of berries and grain every morning. My brother, he is 17 by the way, and I go hunting, fishing, and gathering, although I am much better than him because he is just learning. I have always been the one providing for our family, but my brother has been trying to be more helpful now that our father is working two jobs. 

      After my mother quizzes me about my nightmare, me dodging every question, she tells me to get ready for the reaping.  After washing up I get dressed up in a beautiful pink dress and my mothers necklace that she have to me when I was 13, her lucky number.  My mother puts my long, dark brown hair in a simple braid.

"Scarlett, lets go." Ryan says softly, touching my shoulder.

"I will meet you outside in a few minutes." I reply and walk into the bathroom, where our cracked mirror sits, propped against the wall.

I look into the mirror, staring straight into my light blue eyes.

"Reaping day." I whisper almost inaudibly.

Then, without another glance toward the mirror, I walk out of the house to catch up with my family.