Zoey Randall's P.o.v

It's reaping day. One of the worse days of the year. Last years games we lost two people from the District. This year will probably end the same way. District Six has the worse type of luck.

"Zoey, Aren't you going to the town square for the reaping?" Fredrick questioned.

"Yeah, Sure. Whatever." I muttered.

"No need to be so rude, it's not like your going to be picked." Fredrick said.

I just closed my bedroom door grabbing my favorite black coat.

"I really don't like reaping day." I muttered.

I headed out the door and started to run to the town square.
As I ran I stumbled into a peacekeeper.

"Watch were your going punk!" The peacekeeper hissed.

I muttered an apology under my breath and kept going.
I spotted a familiar blue eyed human in the crowd. 

"Hey." A voice to my left muttered.

It was a scrawny twelve year old.
They seemed scared.
Well of course they would be.
It's there first reaping after all.

"Hi." I replied, trying to be nice.

"So, you nervous?" The small twelve year old asked.

"No. There is nothing to be afraid of. If your picked to bad." I muttered.

"Um.. why are you so careless?" The young kid asked.

I just shrugged he didn't really know the struggle of living in the Districts.

"Welcome to the reaping, females first." The escort said.

The escort reached into the bowl.

"Zoey Randall." They called.

I just shrugged and headed to the stage.

It doesn't matter that I was picked.

Nothing does.

She calls the males name.

Some guy name Quinton.

Two more people thrown towards death.