Tessa had spent the morning making sure her box of lure supplies was ready for school. While she was in class or in between she'd work on making lures. The teachers put up with it because she kept in class well enough. Today though would be a bad day it'd be the Reaping. Her heart pounded at the idea of it. What if her name was drawn? There were so few years that her name could be drawn. Three years had already passed where it hadn't been, now she just had to get through three more. 

Tessa had done everything she could to make sure her name only ended up in the lottery once a year. The lures brought in just enough money to make sure her and her parents, and her best friend Rickwood were fed. The food that her father brought in from fishing was their staple food. 

She sighed and tucked her shirt into the waist of her skirt before stepping out of the house. Rickwood would be near, the two always walked to school together. Class would end early for the Reaping. Tessa was surprised they hadn't just made the whole day a holiday. Her stomach ached at the idea of the reaping as she waited for Rickwood.