I still remember that day. We didn't understand what exactly was going on, my little sisters and my self. We did realise, if Rue was called up, it wasn't good, as over my short life I had seen many families crying because their children were called up to that stage. I hadn't expected my sister to be chosen, however, mostly as I believed being chosen was something that happened to other teenagers, not my sister, or any of my family, for that matter. It just didn't happen to us. Period. But, of course, when our escort picked a girls name, it was Rue's. She looked so young and terrified, as if she was one of us, not our big, clever, caring sister.

They asked for volunteers, but there only was silence. Later, when I was older, and knew the rules much better, I felt bad for, even though I couldn't, not volunteering for her, as she certainly would have for me, or any of our other sisters.

They took us to see her in the big Justice Building, which I had never entered before. We were told to say goodbye to our sister, and, of course, we didn't understand. Say goodbye to Rue? Why? She lived with us! Where was she going?

We did as we were told, and she whispered in my ear, "I love you, Luca. And the other girls. Never forget that."

And I knew that, even if I tried, I never would.

The weeks that followed were so painful, and so horrible.

But the day came, as my parents must have known it would. We were so grateful to Katniss, who had looked after our sister so carefully.

I was distraught as I watched that horrible boy, Marvel, from district 1, entangling my poor sister in that net.

I remember that day. My family were huddled around the tiny television in our main room. I let out a piercing scream that must have deafened all my sisters as well as my parents when she was caught.

Then my entire family were pleading out loud for Katniss to save our Rue, and she so almost made it that we thought Rue might live. But Katniss was a second too late.

My mother fainted dead away in her chair as the spear entered my beloved sister's body. The little ones were crying and I was screeching like a cat, and just wouldn't stop.

We were so grateful to Katniss again when she sang for our Rue as she drifted out of life, and when she covered her in flowers, which we only got a glimpse of.

And so, to show her our gratitude, we sent her some bread, and prayed for her to win the Games.

And, we got Rue's body back, and all the neighbours put some money in to get her a decent funeral, including the family of Thresh, who went into the Games with my poor, dead sister.

Rue still haunts my dreams and I still miss her so badly it hurts.

Katniss won the games, along with Peeta, and I was grateful that Rue's one last wish had come true. Maybe there is a God after all.

But now I am 23, married and have a one-year-old daughter who I named Rue. I am pregnant now with my second child, who is suspected to be a boy, and my family and I have moved on, finally.

I am, definitely, Thinking About the Future...