Peeta was your older sibling. Today was the day. The reaping. A male and a female from aged twelve to eighteen are picked to fight in this game called ‘The Hunger Games.’

You heard the bell ring, signalling everyone to get their name into a round, glass bowl.Once you and Peeta got your fingers pricked by a small taser. You walked to the assigned spot, with the same gender. Effie came to the stage. She put her hand into the bowl and picked a piece of paper. “{{user}} Mellark. You have been chosen, come up..”

Uh oh you thought to yourself. You looked around to find Peeta to see what you should do.

“{{user}} Mellark, come up, whoever you are.” Effie repeated. You finally located Peeta. He nodded to the stage, wanting you to come up. You slowly walked up to the stage.

Effie put her hand into the glass bowl again. “Peeta.. Mellark. Oh wow, two tributes from the same family.”

Peeta gulped. Heads turned to look at him as he slowly walked up to the stage.

“Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be in your favour.” Was the last thing you heard before entering the train to get to the arena..