User blog comment:FHT/The 2nd FHT Hunger Games/@comment-5120134-20120520014131

Izzi's Reaping: I stood in the crowd, one among many. I have blonde hair, and tan, but not dark, skin. I watch as the announcer walks up to the reaping platform. The annual video from the Capitol has already played, and I'm anxious to see who wins. I've always wondered what It would have been like to be called up, the one in more than a million chance that i've been called up, my name, which was inserted three times this year, pulled out of a clear jar of more than a million names. I wait impatiently as the announcer shoves her hand into the jar. A crumpled piece of paper is pulled out of it. I close my eyes. Please don't let it be me! I silently plead to the world. The announcer comes up to the platform, her voice crisp and clear when she speaks, in a Capitol Accent.

"Izzi Springstone?" I give a small whimper and obediently step forward and up to the platform. "Is there anything you would like to say to anyone you love or care about?"

I wake from my trance with a start, stuttering. "I...I want to say I'll try my best. I'll give more than 100%. I'll most likely give my life to these games, but I want to bring dignity to My family, my friends, and my district." I step from the microphone, sighing bravely. I await the male tribute to be called.