I am in the city square, waiting.'Who will it be this year? I don't have to worry about my siblings, they're to young to be in the reaping. "... and may the odds be forever in your favor!" The cherry woman in the pink wig, Effie Trincket, finishes her speech. Finally, I can't wait any longer! My siblings and mother stand to the side, worried for me. 'I am one amoung hundreds. It couldn't be me. "Rue Arron" What?! Me? My insides shake as I climb the stage. I'm hoping someone, anyone, will volunteer to take my place. But no one comes. I stand beside Effie. Her smile is to happy. Why would she be happy about girls going off to die? The rest of the ceremony seems distant. I don't notice who is called for the boys. Why does it matter that I know who it is? He is my enemy. But it is hard to think thoes things. He is just another innocent, like me. And yet they force us to kill or be killed.