"Mum, hurry! It's almost time to go to the reaping!" said Rose Tyler. She was just your average seventeen year old girl from District 5. Nothing special. She worked in a shop that sold clothes. District 5 was one of the more wealthy districts, and could afford some of the luxuries that other districts can't.

"Rose, I'm coming! I'm just getting my bag!" said Jackie Tyler, Rose's mum. After Rose helping her mum find her back, they headed out the door and started to the town square.

Some of Rose's earliest memories consisted of going to the reapings. She used to dream about getting picked, but now that she was old enough, she humbled up and got a job, ready to move on with her life. And besides, now that she is old enough to understand exactly what a barbaric event the games truly are, she's no longer aspiring to do so. She values her life, however mundane it might be.

They gathered in their usual spot in the square, and watched as Harriet Jones, the mayor of District 5, stepped out onto the stage. "Welcome to the 25th annual reaping for the Hunger Games! May the Odds be ever in your favour," she said, encouragingly. "Alright, for the boys, we have," she reached into the glass bowl, "William Jackson!" she said, enthusiastically. There was a cheer from the audience. William had been training for the games since he was a child. He was raised for them. And now that he was seventeen, he was all ready to go. He put his name in so many times, it would've been odd if he wasn't picked. He walked up to the stage, and took his spot next to the mayor. "And for the girls? Here we have," she reached into the bowl, and pulled out a name, "Rose Tyler!" she yelled.

For Rose, the whole world stopped. She waited to here the familiar cry of "I volunteer as tribute!", but no one yelled it. The crowd was silent. A peacekeeper came and grabbed Rose, from where she was standing, and dragged her up to the stage. She fought the urge to cry as she was stuck in the departmental building. She heard one final "Rose!" from her mother before the doors shut for the last time.

"Rose!" said Jackie, and she burst into the room where Rose was sitting. She had been crying. Jackie embraced her in a tight hug.

They hugged. And sat in silence. There was nothing much to say. When the peacekeeper came in to tell Jackie it was time to leave, Rose asked, through the tears, "Am I ever going to see you again?" Before she could answer, she had been dragged out the room, leaving Rose in her sorrow.

The peacekeepers came in, and escorted Rose onto the train. Her train ride to her death.