Chapter 1 Edit
The most tragic day ever. The Reaping. I can only pray that my name is not chosen. I'm only 13 years old. The last Hunger Games was a Quarter Quell. The victor was from District 12. I remember his name as Haymitch Abernathy. I'm from District 7. While most people in my District use axes as weapons, I use a bow. I always found shooting a bow more thrilling than chopping with an axe. Although I could use an axe if neccesary. "Seth!" I heard my mother call my name. I quickly hid my bow and picked up my axe that my mother believed I used every day. "It's time to go to the Reaping" she said sadly. My brother, Tukaan, was ready to go. Tukaan was 19, so he didn't have to worry about being selected. My father was ready as well. I lay down my axe and follow my family out the door. "Don't worry, they won't pick you" Tukaan comforted me.