The Reaping

As I feel the morning sun shine beam down on my face and the aching muscles feeling  more and more sore with every step I take, I come to terms with the sad truth that today might be the beginning of the end for me and one other unlucky soul. I continue with the same routine just like any other day but something is different, not only with me but there seems to be a large tension between the district. I can't concentrate on the day, I keep drifting off thinking about all the possible outcomes that is going to happen later today at the reaping, what if I'm chosen? What if a child is chosen? they will have no chance! Wont they? All of a sudden a siren as loud as a thunderstorm striking the earth goes off for the last time before the reaping, and everyone assembles. I take one last breath before lining up. I look at the person standing next to me and see the frightened man that is holding his tears in, he tightly holds his sons hand and looks over at his wife and daughter in distress. This man, sweaty palms, wobbly legs, heavy breathing, all symptoms of a man with a fear that is overwhelming his reality. As I see the district 12 escort Effie Trinket I suddenly feel sweat start to slowly descent down along my spine, stopping, then falling again. she says her speech, and when she finishes there is no applaud but only the sound of the fast moving wind whooshing past my ears. ‘‘Ladies first’’. she walks over to the womans raffle, places her hand in the box, then out quickly. ‘‘Primrose Everdeen’’. While the women let a sigh of relief out there is one family that lets out a cry, a cry for their daughter and sister. it looks to be the sister of primrose that is out of control. She brakes through the crowd and lets out a huge scream that said ‘‘I volunteer as tribute’’. I am shocked but in a way understand what she is doing for her sister. she then moves over to the mens raffle, puts her hand in and ever so slowly pulls out the thin piece of paper. ‘’Peeta Mallark’’.