The Reaping [District Five]

"Ladies first." The sponsor fished around the glass bowl and pulled out a single strip of paper. "Sony Lark." They then proceeded to extract a name from the other bowl. This turned out to be the unfortunate Peter Hughes.

Shiloh stood on the fringes of the crowd. She tried not to let emotions show to clearly on her face and Strider was a comforting warmth as his fur pressed against the side of her leg. But she felt desperately sorry for whoever had to compete, just as long as it wasn't her brother. Thank the gods that he was still to young.

Sony stared wide eyed at the mayor as her name was called.No, this can't be happening! She thought. Her friends had thier names entered in the games many more times than herself. She glanced at her mother, who was being craddled in her father's arms, weeping. She turned to face her brothers, who's faces looked as if they where drained of blood. But she knew what they where thinking: Thank god it isn't me.
She waited to hear a volunteer, someone to shout: I'll take her place!
She didn't care who it was.
A boy's name was called. Peter Hughes. She'd never heard of him before. Never met him at school... and now she would have to kill him, just to return home.
He said something to her. She gulped, trying to stiff a laugh.
"No better than you." She said. The mayor signaled her forward, and she walked to the stage, her head held down.
Who would look after Breedon? Would her parents keep him alive just as a reminder? They would, they loved Breedon.
The mayor mumbled some more things about the games, trying to make humorous remarks to lighten the mood.
Sony refused to look back at her parents. It was all over. She wasn't going to make it out of the games. She would die in the cornicopia.
Good bye Breedon.Was her solem thought.