There was a heavy air in District 12 since it was Reaping Day, everyone's least favorite day, especially for Scarletta Newton. Four years before, her older brother was chosen, and was killed by a Career. Her heart was still heavy with grief for her long dead sibling, but he had been her protector, her best friend, their entire lives. Their mother worked her pain away and their father tried to work in the mines. It was hard for him because, just after his son had been killed in the Arena, there was an explosion in the mines, and he had lost one of his arms. He was lucky, though, because if he would have been just five feet closer to the explosion, he would have been killed. He was glad, though, along with Scarletta and her mother, because neither of the women would have been able to handle two heavy loses in just a week. Many families had lost loved ones in the explosion, though, so the whole district grieved, grieved for the two who both had lost their lives in the arena, and the ones who had been just that unlucky to be in the mines during the explosion.
Scarletta sighed as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, her long, dark brown hair in its usual thick waves, and her almond eyes filled with fear and nerves. There was something in the back of her mind that told her that her name was going to be drawn. That was how the reaping worked. Even if you had a family member in the games before, and they won or lost their life, you still had a chance to get chosen. She hated that fact. She wished oh so much that she didn't have to be in the drawing. She knew her parents wouldn't be able to handle losing another child, and she knew that she probably wasn't even going to make it off the platform if she was, in fact, chosen. Her friends had been there for her from the beginning, when her brother's name had first been drawn, and were there for her even stronger as they watched him get an axe to the back. It was instant death, but the fact that she had to watch it made this particular reaping day even harder.
She continued to stare at herself and her dress in the mirror, her brain replaying her brother's death over and over, wondering if she was going to die the same way. A single tear rolled down her cheek when her mother walked in. She nodded to her mother's reflection in the mirror before turning and making her way with her mother and father to the district square. All children were lined up, boys and girls separated, and all eyes watched as a hand reached into the bucket of names. All Scarletta heard was a familiar wail from her mother knowing that her name had been called. She felt all of the districts eyes on her as she made her way up to the stand, her body seeming to carry itself without her own mind even making sense of the situation. The whole district was silent because, after all, it had only been two years since her brother was in the games. She stared out a nothing when a boy of only fourteen was called. They stood there, both in silence and shock, as their hands were raised into the air.
They soon were whisked away onto the train, and Scarletta was quickly made up by her make up team. She walked into the dining cart and sighed, her eyes focused and the rapidly passing world. The boy from her district came in and sat down across from her, his own almond eyes staring at the blur of the greenery outside. "Scarletta?" he asked quietly, his voice trembling with obvious fear and nervousness.
She looked at him and gave him a small smile. "Yes?" she asked, trying to make her voice sound confident, like everything was going to be okay, because he was so young, and she didn't want to scare the wits out of him.
"I... Good luck," was all he muttered as the train stopped.
"You, too," she responded as they stood.
He walked out of the train with her behind him, and, before they knew it, they were in the Capitol building, doing a few random spots, in an elevator, and brought up to the twelfth floor. Before his door was shut behind him, Scarletta looked at him and asked, "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."
"Logan. Logan Marshall," he responded.
"It's nice to meet you, Logan Marshall," she got out before his door was quickly closed and she was rushed into her own room.
And there she stood for a while, thinking about how his name seemed so familiar. There was just... something about him that she knew, yet she couldn't place it. Scarletta blankly took a shower and sat on her bed in her pajamas, all of her thoughts flowing in and out of her head as to why she knew the name. She eventually drifted off to sleep, but was awoken with a start after only two hours of sleep. Suddenly, she remembered. She remembered how she knew Logan Marshall. He was the younger brother of the girl Scarletta's brother had been dating. That girl had talked about her brother all the time before the Games, before she had committed suicide out of grief of Scarletta's brother being killed in the games. They were deeply in love, and had plans to get married once he had won the Games. She couldn't believe it; she couldn't believe she was going to fight to the death of the boy that was meant to be her brother-in-law, the boy she had never even met before.
She could no longer sleep, which was in a way a relief because she was brought to the tribute room with Logan and their mentor, Haymitch Abernathy, who had one the Games the year before. They sat in front of the television and watched the reapings from all other districts, her stomach clenched with nervousness as she saw the Careers, their size, and no doubt strength that would kill her in an instant. She sighed and just watched, awaiting instructions for what they were to do the next day, and tried to mentally prepare herself for what was to come.