(Starflight POV)

"For the male we have Starflight Constellation! And he has to kill Sunny Stellar!" I shot to my feet, breathing hard. Sunny Stellar was my crush in school. She had golden wavy hair, and green eyes, and tanned skin, and was really short, and she was so perfect.

I didn't know if that nightmare was about my fear of going to the Games, or having to kill Sunny, or her being killed, or... I don't know. But she was a good friend of mine (I know, that was a harsh friend zone), and I knew neither of us would survive the Games.

But why was I having that dream today? What had triggered it?

Oh shoot, wait. Today was the Reaping day.

I checked my watch.

Oh shoot, wait. I was late.

I jumped to my feet and dressed in my typical school uniform: a white dress shirt and black pants.

I flew down the stairs, and then tripped when I didn't see the last step. I forgot my glasses.

I was completely blind without them (a total hyperbole. I was just mostly blind). (Sneaky reference to the actual book here!) A friend who I met in district 2 on a field trip, Turtle, made them for me. He was funny, yet had no self esteem, and was smart. Kind of like me.

The problem was, they were upstairs. I was -4.75 nearsightedness, and so anything farther than a metre away from my face was blurry. I dropped to my knees and crawled. The second I got to my room and put my glasses on, I was out the door. (Another exaggeration, if you're counting)

I got to the ceremony coated in sweat and panting, and my half-sister smirked as she saw me. Her name was Fierceteeth. I know. Who names their daughter Fierceteeth?

She looked nothing like me. She was tall, with perfect sight and sleek black hair. The image you undoubtedly have in your mind did not match her personality.

The woman from the Capitol (who never bothered to tell us her name) went on and on about 'the Scorching'.

The Scorching is basically a theory on how the world started. I could tell you everything about it, but then I would sound like the woman.

She reached her hand into the female name bowl. She pulled the name Fatespeaker Darkflash, who smiled brightly and walked up to the stage. Her hand swished around in the male bowl for quite some time. She pulled out the name Deathbringer Star. A literal assassin. His mother Quickstrike was silent, but his brother Lifestealer cried out, "PLEASE don't make him go! We already lost father, not him too!" He ran to the front in tears, begging. I sighed with relief.

"Oh dear heavens, boy, stop." The woman from the Capitol said with a wicked grin. "Because of your misbehaviour... we might as well pull another name. Kills you guys off faster, doesn't it? Mr. Star will still participate, but now we have the lovely... Starflight Constellation as well!"

Farsight, my mother (who, by the way, was not farsighted, but nearsighted like I was) burst into tears as I stumbled my way to the stage. Halfway there, I tripped. A boy caught me and I continued walking, mumbling a 'thank you' that I know he didn't hear.

When I reached the front, I shook hands with Deathbringer, in a somewhat trance, and then with Fatespeaker. She was blushing. Why was she blushing?

I passed out the second I was off that stage, and woke up on a train to the Capitol.