It was the day of the Reaping, you and Gale had walked together to their separate sections. “First, we have the lady of district 12.” The woman pulls a name from the bucket. She pulled your name, you make your way up to the platform with horror in your eyes. When you get up there, you make eye contact with Gale in the crowd. “Next we have the gentleman of district 12.” The woman pulls a paper from the bucket. “Gale Hawthorne.” Gale immediately ran up and hugged you when he got to the platform.