We call for Mercy

I wake up, the day of the reaping, to the side of me, was my younger sister and two older brothers. I smiled and walked out of the room. When i got downstairs I see my dad, he was toasting bread from the bakery again. He looked at me and smiled "why are you up so early". I ignore him until he repeats himself. "I said why are you up so early" he asked a little less smiley like he usually is. I glare at the ground "because I couldn't sleeo knowing the reaping was today". He looked at me caustiously. I grab a peice of toast and put it in my mouth. "Clove, who's volunteering this year" he look at me quite worried. "Me" I say getting out of his grasp. I slam the door as I walk outside. The streets were filled with people, and not for the reaping, there was a big crowd in the town sqaure. I jog over to see what the comotion was all about. I try to peak over the crowd but at my rate, I wouldn't be able to see. I stand on my tippy-toes trying to peer over the huge crowd of people and right when I do so, I see it, there was soemone being whipped to death. Nobody I knew, but they were my sisters age. I walk away, not wanting to see anymore.

As I get home, everybody is dressed for the repaing. My sister dressed in a light blue skirt and white blouse. My two brothers wearing black pants and white dress tops. "Clove, you need to get dressed" Masy smiled at me. I nod my head and charge up the stairs. When I get there I see my mom's old reaping outfit. A lacy white dress with a necklace with my name on it. "I thought you might have wanted to wear it" my dad smiled, standing in the doorway. I smiled and pushed him out of my room. I slip on the dress and put my hair into a bun at the back. I walked downstairs and Masy came running to me "you look pretty" she smiled. It was Masy's first year, and my brother's last year. This would be my 5 year and possibly my last.