Volunteering –Good Reason-
Isinine Baker District 3
"Celince. Celince, look at me, you'll be fine. You're name's in there once, mine's in there twice. Nothing bad will happen. I promise." My 12 year old sister nods to me. I'm 13, so I know how she feels. We walk up, and Celince looks at the needle, she hates them, is terrified of them. I give her my most reassuring smile, and nod my head. She closes her eyes, and it's done very quickly. She's ushered to the 12 year olds' section, and I go to the 13 year olds' section. I try to find her in the crowd, but she's awfully small, so I can't find her.
The ceremonies begin, and I think about Celince, my class project, and all these other things that are very serious to me. Then I hear the escort finally finish the long speech, and wait for the name.
"Celince Baker." My eyes widen in shock, and my legs move on their own. I'm sprinting now, trying to reach my little sister. She doesn't deserve this. But I do.
"I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!" I scream loud enough for the whole of Panem to hear. But the crowd goes silent, they stare at me. I stare at them for a moment, then walk up. I love my little sister. If either of us were to be sent to the menace known as the Hunger Games, it should be me. I can defend myself, I can bring myself home.
The stage has lights everywhere, and they're all shining on me.
"What's your name, dear?" The escort says excitedly. She didn't expect any volunteers. Nor did I.
"My name is Isnine Baker." The escort looks dumbfounded. She thought I was a career, didn't she? I might look one, but I'm sure not. I volunteered out of love, not strength. And that's a good reason.
A/N So yes, I thought I'd be myself and do the good and bad reasons of volunteering. Next up; the bad reason.