Dean Willow's P.O.V.

"It's ok, Kaya. You don't have to worry about it, everything is going to be ok," I say, trying to reassure my younger sister that she wouldn't get reaped.

"Remember, there are only two cards in that bowl with your name on them," I say with a small smile, "When it's time for the boy's Games, mine will be in there four times."

"Yeah, I know."

"I'll see you after it all, ok?" I say to her.

"Ok, see ya."

I walk to the back of the pens where the parents were watching. I found our dad and stood nervously beside him.

"Welcome, ladies, to the Reapings of the first installment of this year's Games. I'm Alyssa Arnold, your escort," she says enthusiastically into the microphone.

Everyone intently watches Alyssa as she picks two cards from the bowl. Please don't be one of Kaya's cards.

"Kaya Willows!"

I gasp, "No."

I feel my dad grab my hand as I try to rush forward.

"Dean, don't. What help will that do?" he whispers.

I watch Kaya slowly walk to the stage.

"Hello, honey, what's your age?" Alyssa asks sweetly.

"U-umm...thirteen" she stutters out.

The next moments pass by so quickly, my sister sits in a chair, Alyssa calls out another name, Riley Holtz I think. All I can do is stare at my sister for probably the last time. What could be going through her mind right now? What she was going to do. How she was going to survive. Why I told her everything was going to be alright.

"Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor! This concludes the Reapings for the girl's Games. I'll see you soon for the boy's Reapings, District Twelve!"