I remember the day it all began so clearly and just the memory of it makes me feel sick to my stomach. All I could think about was what would happen if I chosen. I tried to reassure myself that the odds were in my favour because i'd never signed up for tesserae. I was a good worker and caught more fish per day than most fifteen year olds so surely I had earn't some kind of recognition form the capitol but of course that is not how the reaping works. I pushed these thoughts to the back of my mind and walked to square holding my thirteen year old sisters hand tightly. That's the thing about Rose, she can comfort me in the worst of situations just by smiling after all if she can be happy after our loss then so can I.
We arrived at the square and were quickly put into our correct lines by a very strong and hard faced peacekeeper. It wasn't till then that I realised we were the last to arrive and the capitol man stood on the stage was waiting for us to arrive. Looking through the boys in front of me I could just make out his face. It reminded me of those plastic dolls that I used to by Rose except to be fair to the dolls even thy would not choose to have hair that was salmon pink. Salmon pink was probably some kind of way of saying that they respected our fishing businesses or whatever. Even if he did respect us it didn't matter because I loathed him so much so I would happily lock him in a room with blood-thirsty tracker jackers. Why? I blame him for taking Gwen from me. The one girl that ever treat me like more than the dead fisherman's son. She listened to me whenever I needed her and then the capitol took her from me on her twelve birthday. I saw it on the television on the day the games started. Ripped apart by four careers. I made an oath that day that if I ever saw the boy who won that year I would do exactly what he did to her then send his body (or what was left of it) to his family. I'm not a violent person, honest, but I get ideas in my head and no matter how sick or twisted they are...I can never get them out until I do it. Thankfully my only victims are fish and the occasional crab.
"People of District 4, I welcome you to the 57th Hunger Games!" His voiced boomed around so much so that I felt a migraine coming on and I could barely hear myself think, which at the time was probably a good thing. "Ladies first as i've always done..." His hand dug deep into the bowl. "Rose Sawn!" No. Never. Even now it doesn't sound right. I tried to shout her as squeals of fear came out of her but someone held my mouth shut tight. "Now for the boys...Alex Sawn! Oh, brother and sister...that will be interesting." I walk up on to the podium that seems miles way and accept mine and my siters fate willingly.
