Sophie's Reaping
Sophie was really nervous. Today was her first reaping. She wasn't that worried, in fact she was sure that they wouldn't pick her. I mean this is only my first year, right?
She tightened her pony tail that Sophie begged her mom to let her wear. Apparently it's tradition to wear braids. My dress was absolutely horrid. It was fluffy at the bottom, and tight at the top.
"Sophie!" My mom called. "It's time to go!" I followed. My 13 year old sister, Sabrina, grabbed my hand.
"You'll do fine," she whispered. I nodded praying it was true. We left our mother to stand with the other girls, as usual Mr. Arbor stepped on stage.
He smiled that evil smile. "We will pick girls first!" He pulled out a slip of paper. "Sophie Hart!"
My insides froze, that couldn't be me? I hesitantly stepped toward the stage. "Stop!" Sabrina ran toward me. "She can't enter! She's only 12!" Tears were running down her face.
"Would you like to volunteer?" Mr. Arbor asked. Sabrina was about to nod, before I cut her off. "No she wouldn't I'll go into the games." I knew Sabrina would protest so I added. "Take care of mom," and walked away leaving my sister behind.