Fiona Chase's P.O.V.

"District Six, has it really been one whole year since the last Games? I can't believe it! Can you?"

The crowd stares at our escort, Harriet Hawton, with blank faces. Everyone knows how she likes to babble sometimes, but today, she has been doing it a lot.

"Alright, alright. Let's begin, shall we? Ooh I'm so excited!"

She swirls her hand in the glass bowl, scrambling the little cards in it. Finally, she pulls a name out with a dramatic flick of her wrist. She slowly turns the card around in her delicately painted fingernails.

"Rayla Knight is our first, lovely, girl."

A girl with short, reddish hair walks briskly up to the stage. She says that she's seventeen before walking to the back of the stage and taking a seat.

"Ooh I love this next name! Fiona Chase!" Harriet says happily.

Me, that's me. That's me. Oh! That's me!

I scramble out of my section. I'm more surprised than frightened right now. I don't know why either. It should be the other way around, shouldn't it?

"Um...I'm fifteen."

"Oh, how wonderful! Ladies and gentlemen, your tributes, Rayla Knight and Fiona Chase! Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever ever ever in your favor!"

I shook hands with Rayla and walked back to the Justice Building as calmly as possible.