My reaping outfit: "Thaila time to get up," my father says. I stare up at the ceiling. I've been dreading this day. I get up, put on a simple skirt dress white tank top, and deme little jacket thing. Come on your going to be late. I place my gold locket on my neck, the only rich trinket we have. A quick prick of the finger, and I stand with the 13 year olds. I was lost in thought when......Thaila More! Let's give a round of applause, for our new tribute. That new tribute is me.