*Prine Odinshoot's P.O.V.*
My younger brother, Watt, brushes my thick, nearly-black hair for me. He loves to do this; it calms him down. He's only ten, not yet old enough for the Games but still old enough to know what's happening. His carefree innocence, gone. He lays the brush in my hand and I squeeze him close. Watt sniffles into my shoulder and I smooth his auburn hair, soothing him. "Don't leave," he mumbles. My heart thuds and I look him straight in the eyes, our hazel eyes identical.
"Watt, I'd never leave you alone with Aunt Electrica on purpose," I croon. He lets go of me and takes my hand, leading me down the hall and out the front door. I'm wearing a simple blue blouse and khakis, since I hate dresses. Watt and I walk the three minutes it takes for us to reach the square and he hangs back as I take my place with the other fifteen-year-old girls. Plautsita Levatera, our escort, bounces on the stage, her pink dress flouncing behind her.
"Hello, District 3!" she cheers. "Let's start off our reaping today with our ladies! Yes, today's lucky girl is---" she digs around in the bowl and pulls out a slip of paper "---Prine Odinshoot!"
My heart pounds. Me? She called me!
*Michael Sampson's P.O.V*
A rather pretty girl stumbles out of the fifteen-year-olds. I feel bad for her; I know she lives with her stoner of an aunt. I hear a kid crying and I look back to see peacekeepers holding a boy, about ten years old, back. Prine bravely takes the stage and remains composed.
"Let's find our gentleman winner!" Plaustia yells into the microphone as she digs around in the bowl with her long, purple fingernails. "Michael Sampson!"
My knees turn to jelly. I somehow manage to step out of the ring and walk over to the stage. Plaustia smiles at me and Prine looks at me anxiously.
~*~
"Michael, please try to win," My thirteen-year-old sister, Maryna, wimpers. I hug her and promise. She lets go of me and walks away at the same time Prine's brother does. Prine and I are taken away to the train.
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