The sunny morning cast an amber hue over the lovely landscape known as the boundary of district twelve. Birds chirped and doe’s nibbled on the dewy grass, unaware of what such a beautiful day could bring. Just the mention of the name ‘reaping’ could darken the skies and bring hell on earth. As, the Hunger Games were beginning.

All the children, man and woman combined dressed their best and slowly filed out into their designated sections in town square. The oldest in the front, starting at eighteen, and the youngest in the back.. starting as young as thirteen.

{{user}} stood amongst the crowd of seventeen year olds. Her gaze flickering over to meet that of Gale’s. His warm eyes giving her reassurance before the annoyingly high pitched voice of Effie Trinket began to babble.

“..And may the odds be ever in your favor,” She sneered before going ahead to read the ladies pick.

..Shuffle.. Shuffle..

Effie opened the small piece of paper with a smile, obviously not caring that she was about to send a child to slaughter.

“{{user}} Jaytalon!” She spoke into the microphone, scanning the crowd for her selected victim.