Being selected, chosen- it's an honor second to no other. I'm seventeen years old, tall, strong, and beautiful.

The day of the reaping comes, and we crowd ourselves into the town square. For other districts, this is a necessary evil. For us it's a celebration of power.

Our escort walks over to the girl's bowl. It is practically overflowing with names. Everybody signs up for tesserae although nobody needs it.

She calls a name, and a girl struts forward proudly. I push her out of the way and take the stage.

"I'm Glimmer Manitou! I volunteer as District 1's Tribute!"