I groan as I roll out of bed.
"Callie it’s time," my mom says as she comes into the room.
"This is so stupid," I say, standing up.
"It’s the day of the reaping, Jackson will be here in an hour to prep you," She says, leaving my room again.
I go to my dresser and pick up a bottle of scotch. I take a long drink of it.
"Callie you better not be drinking!"
"How the fuck else will I get through this?" I yell back.
I hear her sigh but I don’t care. Then Jackson comes in, new gold tattoos that pop against his dark skin.
"Morning sunshine, ready to become beautiful?" He asks, his blue eyes shine.
"Are you asking if I’m ready to meet two more wonderful young people and send them off to die? Uh nope and never will be," I say, giving him a big fake smile.
"Haha, very funny. Sit down and let us do our thing," he says, pushing me down into a stool.
I sit there as he pulls hair out of my eyebrows, draws new ones on, puts on make up, files my nails, the whole thing.
"Ah, and you are going to wear this," he says, handing me a small black dress.
"Jackson will this even cover my ass?" I ask, standing up to let him see how tiny it is.
"I know what I’m doing, just put it on," He snaps.
I sigh and put on the dress. It barely covers anything at all.
"It’s time my dear," Effie’s voice rings loud and clear as she enters the room.
"Hello Effie," I say, poison seeping out of my voice.
"My dear you look just as good as ever," she says with a smile.
"I am only sixteen, and I’m dressed as slut," I spit out.
"Well let’s go, the reaping awaits," she says with a smile.
"Great," I say, taking drink of my beer.
Me and Effie go and take the stage. I still gasp when I see the large amount of children, some older and some younger than me.
"Looking good Torres," Marks voice says from the other side of the platform.
"Shut up Mark," I say to the thirty something year old man.
"Hey you owe me your life," he says with a smile.
"I got myself out of there. You helped him, not me. Shut the fuck up because you didn’t help me at all you fucking pig," I yell in his face.
"Derek was my best friend!" he yells back.
"Mark, Callie, sit down" Effie orders.
"Good morning people of district twelve," Effie’s voice rings over the intercom.
I wait for her to stop the stupid speech, I wait to meet the kids that we will be sending off to die. I went in when I was twelve. I am the youngest person to ever win. I’ve done this for four years. Four years I’ve sent people off to die in a pointless game.
Not a single person has won. I was the first in years. Mark and I are the only two that have ever won for district twelve. I look down to drown out everything around me. I just want to go back home and never come back out. The games have changed me. The games change everybody.
The Hunger Games always do.