User blog comment:Epic Hobo/The 71st Hunger Games/@comment-3446346-20120522130102

SOPHIE SAGE'S REAPING:

I held out my finger for the Peacekeeper. "Ow." I muttered, when she pricked my finger. "Next." she said. I walked over to my best friend, Annie Green. She was panting. "How many times is your name in that bowl?" I asked, locking arms with her. "Eight. You?" she replied, looking up at the sky. "Only two. My older brother did tesserae for us. His name is in 34 times." Molly Mopet, the District 8 escort walked unto the stage. "Good morning and happy Hunger Games!" she boomed into the microphone with her funny Capitol accent. "Now let's get started!" she walked over to the girls' bowl and stuck hand in. I crossed my fingers and clutched Annie's hand. "Sophie Sage!" No. Oh. No. "See ya soon, Soph." Annie said and she hugged me softly. "I will be in the Justice Building." I dragged my feet towards the stage and begin to whimper. "Oh, a young one!" Molly purred. "Boys next!" she said, twice as loud as before. "Lucias Wright!" Umm. I had no idea who that was. A boy walked on to the stage trying real hard not to cry, I would of had a total breakdown but I hadn't had water in about a day so I had no more tears left. I smiled at him trying to possibly make an allience, but I don't think he noticed. I drifted off into my thought and then realized I was in The Hunger Games. I am going to die.