My name is Rose. I'm 17 years old. I was named after the flower Rose. My parents sell them at the flower store in district 7. I got my name because everyone in district 7 thinks that I look pretty like the Rose.
I walk down the street. This is the last day if school before the reaping. I've never really been afraid of the reaping. My parents are rich, or as rich as you can get in the district, so I've never had my name in the bowl more than 5 times. To be honest am I more afraid if the stares I get from the boys when I walk pass them. The only person I don't get that from is Jeramy. He's my best friend. My parents and his parents grew up together, and his dad was my dad's best man when he married my mom. They used to come by every fast when we were little, and we walked together every day to school.
"You know that Mark wants to ask you out, right." Jeramy says as I meet him at the corner of the street.
"Can you stop it Jer?" I give him a hug, and we start walking towards the big Grey house that we call school.
"It's true." He says with a hint of laugh in his voice.
"You can tell him that the day I get reaped for the hunger games I'll go out with him." Jeramy laughs and looks at me. His blue eyes are shining, and his dark brown hair is blowing in the wind. I've never really thought he was hot, but I feel hint of butterflies in my stomach.
"Are you nervous?" Jer asks me
"Not really." I answer, but I look down. I don't have my name in the bowl that many times, but I'm still scared. I shouldn't be scared. I have the feeling that something bad is going to happen.
"Let's just get it over." I say and step into the grey building.
"See you." Jer smiles at me as he walks his class. I walk in the other direction to History class.
"See you later." I glance back at him. He still smiles.
History is the same as it is every week. The teacher stands in front of the class and talks about the revolution, and how the Capitol defeated the rebellion, and destroyed one of the 13 districts of Panem. District 13 is now only ashes. At the end of the class the teacher shows a picture of the remains of district 13. Ruins, broken houses, nothing. It's just the same boring lesson, to scare the districts.
"You look like you're about to fall asleep." Jer laughs when I find him in the cafeteria.
"You always look like you've died a little when you come from History class." I tap him on the shoulder, and we begin to walk to the square. We always get half the day off at the reaping day.
"Is your mom coming to the reaping?" Jer asks me.
"No, she's to busy at the store."
"Your dad?"
"No."
"You fine?" He asks me, and looks at me.
"No, I'm scared Jer." He takes a lock of my hair, and plays with it. I know that he's nervous as well. I take his hand. It feels like it belongs with my hand, and I don't let go.
