The Reaping District 4

The air that Windy had been holding was stuck in her lungs. She couldn't think she couldn't even breath. The Hunger Games? I've been chosen for the Hunger Games?!
It wasn't until another girl near her tapped her shoulder that Windy realized what exactly the man up on the stage was saying. Her fingers were intertwined as she stumbled into the aisle between the holding areas. She spotted her brother but couldn't bare to look at him.
As Windy stepped apart form the crowd she heard the small sounds of relief. The one thing that tore her apart was that every year there was at least one person that broke into tears over one of their friends being reaped. This was not the case for the girl tribute of District 4. The only people who really knew her was the crew of "The Mirage." However they were to strong to show such emotion. No peers from classes even batted an eye.
Windy slowly walked up on the stage, she kept her face looking down to make sure no one saw the look of pure terror plastered on it.
Already Windy was trying to convince herself that she could win. She had survival skills from being out on the ocean for days at a time- but would that be enough?
Windy looked up to see if the boy tribute was walking forward. His name sounded familiar but she wouldn't be able to remember anything about him with the adrenaline running through her veins and the cluttered nightmare that was her brain.