The 72nd hunger games

Chapter 2: The reaping

I walk into my room with my mother's favorite dress on. I start to do my hair, I miss the days when my mom would do my hair. I look in the mirror and for once I actually look sort of pretty. I walk over to my mom's old dresser that is now in my room and look and her old jewelry. I pick up the necklace that she would wear all the time and put it on slowly. My brother walks into the room and says
" You look beautiful."
I look at him, he sees the fear in my eyes and comes over and gives me a hug
"You'll be fine, there is no way you're name will be drawn!"
" I bet my name will be called." I mummer
" Let's go!" He says as he grabs my hand, stands up and starts walking.
We go to town square and get in line. I'm up and I stick out my finger and bite down on my lip as the peacemaker pricks me and places my finger on the paper. Another peacemaker shows me where I stand with the other 14 year old girls. I look over and see Gabe. He smiles at me and I can't help but smile back.
I look forward as are mayor steps up to the mic and starts talking about how the hunger games are a reminder that... Bla bla bla. Finally a lady wearing a giant green wig and a blue peacock colored dress steps up to the mic.
" Ladies first" She says
Her hand reaches into the bowl and I hold my breath as she says
"And the female tribute is...Kendra Rite"
She bursts into tears, an 12 year old and my weakness kicks in, I feel so much pity. Before I can calm myself I yell
" I volenteer as tribute!!!!"
As I walk up I see, for the first time, Gabe and my dad crying.
"What's your name sweetheart?" She says with a perky voice
"Kaitlynn Malak" I say regretting myself
"Wonderful!" She says " Now for the male tribute"
"This years male tribute is... Caleb Bener"
"Noooooo..." someone yells
Gabe puts his hand up, and I shake my head no, dad can't lose us both. As Gabe puts his hand down Caleb walks up to the stage.
" Well here are the tributes from district 9!" The lady says as she holds up are hands.
No clapping, just silence.