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Zac lay in bed, pondering what would go on the next day. Will it be me... Jay.... When his sisters name went through his head he couldn't help but roll over in his bed so he couldn't sleep. He wouldn't sleep if his older sister was in danger,s he had always taken care of him. He and she both knew if one of them was picked the other would volunteer.

Zac noticed as he was thinking he was staring at his pale, grey-blue reaping clothes. He couldn't help but clench his eyes shut and grimace. When he and his sister were younger they spoke of what it would be like without The Games. But it was always hopeless. Zac then opened his eyes and noticed that his pauldron was above the reaping clothes on the chair they sat neatly folded in. It gave him hope. Seeing the pauldron somehow made him fell, safer, more secure.

As usual on every "Reaping eve" Zacs door cracked open letting in a steady beam of light from the hallway. He saw His mother beside Jay. Zac then looked closer at the door and saw his father standing there, leaning a little uneasy against the door frame. "Be brave Zac." Peeta said, he didn't look completely sure of what he said, as if He expected something bad to happen. But that was Peeta, he was never someone who hid his emotions or worries.

"I will Dad." Zac said before rolling back over. He didn't feel like talking. He felt like getting over with it. The quicker he fell asleep, the quicker it was done with. Zac closed his eyes, and felt himself drifting off. The last thing he saw was a picture of his sister Jays face, he dreaded her being picked. That's when the door opened again and roused him.

Zac didn't hear anything, he just felt a soft embrace. He knew it was his mother. She kissed the side of his head. "Don't be afraid son." She somewhat whispered into his ear.

"I'm not afraid for me. It's Jay I'm worried about." Zac said he turned over onto his back and looked up at his mother sitting on the side of his bed. She opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted buy Zacs hug. "Goodnight mum." Zac said.

"Goodnight my little Phoenix." She said before getting up and gently shutting the door behind her as she left. Zac rolled back over, shut his eyes, and as usual effortlessly drifted off into sleep.