I'm not risking my hard earned money!" stated the other gentlemen. Sadly, he is right I think to myself. Here in district twelve for many tesserae is their only option to survive or they will starve to death.
The capitol doesn't seem to care, though. Effie Trinket, the maniacally upbeat woman who arrives once a year to read out the names at the reaping. She sees the fight to the death, yet she still keeps that ridiculous smile on her face. Everyone was separated into age groups and boys were divided from the girls. The air felt thick. The raw emotion everyone's feeling; terrified their life could change forever. The anxiety on their faces could stop a heart from beating. But I'm ready as I will ever be to hear the names she will soon call. Her long almost spider-like fingers curl around all the pieces of paper and she's looking for the perfect name to call. The nails she has on this reaping are so intricate and colorful. There full of design and style. It screams luxury. The rattling around of slips of paper makes me tremble even more.
"Maybe I'm not ready for this," I whisper to myself.
It's dead silent as she walks towards the microphone. No one knows what's to come; however, from this moment on it's everyone for