As I waited for the 80th Hunger Games reaping to begin I thought about the familes who would be in all fair chances grieving the loss of their child. Since six years ago when Katniss and Peeta won the Hunger Games there hasn't been a win for District Twelve. I squeezed my older brothers hand.

"May the odds be ever in my favor," I gave him a shaky smile. My brother Hiro Jumangi

was 19 and he wasn't eligible to put is name in for terse so it fell on me to put my name in 20 times on my first time.

"They will be Gianna." he said while giving me a reassuring hug.

As I looked at my parents I saw that they looked worried for me. A little down the square I saw my best friend Varsi Madigan headed for the different age groups. I walked over and slid up to my other friend Alaoe Fearsie. I smiled reasurringly as the reaping began to start.

As everyone waited anxiously for this to be all over I hoped it would be no one I knew like Varsi or Alaoe. The mayor pulled the name out.

"Gianna Jumangi."

Did I hear right? Did he say me? I felt tears in my eyes. I will not cry! I will not cry! Not on national television!

As everyone was in shock because I was twelve no one was as shocked as Hiro. He mouthed "I love you". He even cried a little which I have never seen him do.

I was so out of it that I almost missed the next name.

"Jacob Luven."

I stared in shock at the largest most muscler man in District Twelve. And that's saying something because we're not exactly the most well fed and looked after district. His shaggy black hair looked way better then my hair which was in two dull brown matching braids which my mom spent two hours fixing and re-fixing.

He gave the cameras a large grin and sat next to me.

He smirked "I think we're supposed to shake hands."

I blushed and meekly stuck out my hand.

That was the end of the beginning.