CHAPTER 1: The Reaping
I drag myself out of bed and put on the lovely red dress that I wear for the reaping every year. I brush my hair and leave it down. I go downstairs and find my you get brother, Jaxon eating some berries. I have a couple too, along with a glass of water. "You nervous?" I ask. He just turned 12, so this will be his first reaping. "Yes, very. What if I get picked like-" I stop him. "You won't get picked Jaxon your name is only in there once" I say. "But Don-" I stop him again. "Donald was 16 his name was in there many more times than yours!" I shout. Donald was my older brother. He got reaped at my first reaping. I was 12 and Jaxon was 8. Donald was the one who cared for us. Our parents never wanted us. As a matter of fact, they are still sleeping and never bother to attend the reaping. I'm not even sure they know Donald is gone. "Okay" Jaxon whimpers. He chugs a glass of water and we go off to the reaping. Our fingers are pricked, and I lead him to the 12 year olds. I see Donald's friend, Cato and wave. He waves back with a smile. Cato is 18 years old so this is his last year.
