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We were standing in line for the blood tests that they take of you every year. "Does it hurt?" Corbyn questioned, I shook my head "no, it feels like a little pinch, it might sting for about 30 seconds later, but it's fine" I said, he nodded his head.

I went up for mine, and they placed the little machine in the exact same spot they do every year, in between my thumb and my index finger.

Corbyn caught up to me and started showing me his cut. "Corbyn, I'm aware of that they look like, I've gotten them for 5 years now." I said to Corbyn, walking around other people to get to our seats. Once we were seated, we heard the same high pitched voice we hear every year, Effie Trinket.

"Oh hello everyone, welcome to the reaping of the 75th annual hunger games!" She said with that enthusiasm she always has. "I'm most definitely sure you remember last years hunger games, correct?" She spoke, causing everyone to nod, and look over to the other side of the room, where the one and only, Primrose Everdeen, stood.

"Oh don't you look at that, we have Primrose here today too, it's that great!" She said, emphasizing "great". Personally I was glad Prim was here, that means one less chance of my name being picked out by Effie.

"Alright then, nows the time for us to recall last years hunger games" she said, and pressed a button, possibly the most modern thing in District 12.

As we were watching the 2 minute slideshow of last years events, Effie, would just clap once a tribute died, I guess that was her way of showing the cannons, or, just us getting one clap closer to Katniss and Peeta's victory, which will go on in the books for ages.

Once it finished, everyone clapped, even Effie, for the hundredth time this evening. "Now wasn't that lovely" Effie said, and got no response back from anyone in district 12.

"Alright then, now lets get on with this. Lady's first" she said, walking over to the big glass tube. Once she placed her hand into that tube, my heart started racing faster then ever. She gently pulled out the slip of paper, and opened it slowly, to add more pressure onto my body. She walked up to the microphone, placed her mouth against it, and spoke.

"Gwen Veuroniq"

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