i wake up to the annoying cries of the mockingjay. Ugh how I hate those things! I pick up my knife from the bed stand and aim it right out my window. I never miss. It's only 4 a.m but I can't sleep, no wonder! Its the day of the reaping! I think of Cato. Is he thinking about me? Is he as exited as I am? He must be.
If my name isn't drawn, then I'll volunteer, if my name is drawn, then all I can do is hope that no one wants to volunteer. Ha! Like that'll ever happen. One year, four boys volunteered and the scene ended in a riot, in the end, everyone just stayed put and the original tribute stayed. He died barely two hours into the games. What a weakling! I will be sure to win. We always win.
I'ts 1 o'clock and time for the reaping. I put on a dress and look in the mirror. Perfect. Cato will have to look at me now. I walk to the square alone, my family will come later. I despise them, in my mind they're a bunch of mindless, pathetic weaklings. Well, with the slight exception of my brother, at least he's strong. I can see them now, but i don't make my way over to them. I don't have to, so I won't.
Finally, our escort comes onto the stage, gives us the yearly speech about how oh so great our Capitol is and how fortunate we are to provide them with fineries. I roll my eyes "stupid"
"shhh" comes a harsh voice behind me, I didn't realize I'd actually said it out loud. It's my mother, well, she had to have found me eventually "what are you doing here?!" I hiss at her, "you aren't even in the right section!" of course she wouldn't be, she probably doesn't even understand how the whole
process works. What a bunch of idiots.
