Everything had been going so /smoothly/ , well, until Dad had left, that had changed everything - Mom was pregnant and Dex was pretty much always alone, hiding somewhere. She wasn't sociable. She didn't want friends. She didn't need friends. In fact, did he need anything? She was happy to keep her head down low and be ignored for the rest of his life, that would be perfect. But no. When had anything ever been 'perfect' She pulled her bandana down a little lower, the only gift left from his grandfather. Oh. How he missed his grandfather. She glanced at her reflection one last time before joining the crowd outside. Because today wasn't perfect It was the opposite It was the Reaping He sighed, looking around at the familiar faces if his district, wondering who would be going this year. She sniffed, when would this be over? The introduction, as usual, took forever. A stuffy, tense feeling was hanging in the air, and it wasn't welcome. Finally the slip of paper was pulled. And what it said was far from perfect. Because it read His name. Dex.
