Blakely learned soon that the Reaping was almost here. In just a few short weeks, he'd be heading to the Town Square to face his fate. This year was a Quell. What if the Quell automatically made him go in to the Arena? What would he say to his parents? His friends? How would they take it? How woul he?
Blakely sat in the shade of a tree isolated from the streets of Twelve, on a grassland, thinking about his plan to win.