Chapter  1:
Lacey

I was sitting on my leather couch, freezing, goose bumps crawling over my body like a disease nobody wants. My mom called me for a shower, because I needed to go to the reaping. I undressed and hopped in. as the warm water hit my uncovered skin, the horrible goose bumps decided to disappear into my nice, smooth, flawless skin. I jumped out of the shower smelling like a garden of flowers. I dried my hair and shimmied into my tiny skirt and fitted t-shirt my mom set out for me. I looked into the mirror, I looked good. I put on my make up and put my hair in my wavy pony-tail and was ready to go.

As I walked into the square, were we held the reaping in District 1, I was surrounded by thousands of girls, and on the other side, I saw my crush, the only crush I ever had, Fred, he had the most beautiful royal blue eyes, his wavy hair, blond, like the sun, and the sun is the only thing that brightens my day. He was surrounded by all the other boys in District 1, so I couldn't see him very well. But I realized, he could be picked to go into The Hunger Games.  If he was, I would die, I am sure of it, not seeing his bright, smiling face every day would kill me, or I would kill me… I was brought back to the world when our announcer was brought up to the stage to pick the two unlucky people to be brought into the Hunger Games, and almost 100% die from starvation (because people here CAN NOT hunt, because we get food given to us), brushing their hair at the wrong time (Ahhhhh, I remember when that happened), and maybe from suicide because of their surroundings and they have always lived in luxury). I got snapped out of thinking of ways of death when I noticed the insane haircut of our announcer. RAINBOW is not a hair color, I am sorry but….. just no. That was a huge "hair horror."

"HELLO EVERYONE!" she said. It was hard to listen to her without cracking up at her Capitol accent, I held myself together though.  As she realized that we weren't saying "Hi" back, and that we just wanted to get over with it, she announced that we were going to pick out the boy first.  "And the boy tribute from District 1 is……………………………… Fredrick!"

As I heard his name, and I played it over in my head over and over in my head, that the teenager that I love is going to probably die, I feel like I am going to faint, I feel my heart fall to my feet and crack into millions of pieces. It hurts so bad that I would rather faint and never wake up then feel that snap.

"Now for the girl!" she said. Oh god, and now he will have to spend his time, with a girl, that is probably not going to be me. Oh the joy! "Our District 1 tribute is……………………………… Lacey!"

Worry, sadness, and death swell up inside of me. I meet him at the stage and when I meet his royal blue eyes, and see tears welling up, and worry welling up inside, and when we shake hands and I feel sweat dripping off of his hands, I can't help but tearing up a little.