"Mag…" my mother says, tears spilling down her pink cheeks. "Remember… we love you."

I smile.

"I will always remember that."

"Pray that you do." She grasps my shoulders with her hands.

I nod, tears filling up my eyes. It wasn't fair. I did nothing wrong, didn't hurt anybody in my lifetime, but yet, I was still chosen. The reason for this, I didn't know. All I knew now was that my death was imminent. I sighed. It just wasn't fair.

"Bye, Mags." My brother came up to me, and threw his tiny arms around my legs. "Come back soon, m'kay?"

I smile sadly. He doesn't know what I'm going into. He doesn't know the danger I'll be in. He's too small to know. Sadly, I pat his head comfortingly. "Okay," is all I can think of to say.

"Maggie." This time my father approaches. "Just…Remember where you're from."

"I will."

He smiles, one big tear slowly rolling down his cheeks.

"Good Girl."

"Times up." A large man comes in, and grabs my family by their arms and leads them out of the room. This was the last time I would ever see them again. And this was the normal treatment, for people like me. Because I was a contestant in the Hunger Games.