I stared sadly at my feet as my name is called. I didn't budge. Our escort, Jeoha Triwin, calls out my name again. "Ahem, ERIC LOES!" she calls. I hesitate, then, with my head down, I slowly walk onto the stage. I have dreaded this moment my entire life. My so short life. I refuse to have any hope of ever coming back. No one at the age of twelve ever won. Triwin's voice snaps me back to reality. "Any volunteers?" she asks. I glance up hopefully. My family stares at me sadly. My mother, father, my twin brother, and two sisters. I see my mother holding back and slamming her hand over my brother's mouth to keep him from shouting out, "I VOLUNTEER!" Tears stream down my face. Jeoha beams. But I still have hope. After all, this is a career district, isn't it? "No volunteers? Ah well. Ladies and Gentlemen, the male tribute from district four, Eric Kero!" People cheer. I almost scowl. They are cheering for me to go to my death. I glance over to the female tribute. Her hazel eyes are sizing me up. Her name is supposedly Jenny Carwell. She's eight-teen, and she had volunteered. She is a career tribute- you can tell it by her height, and mussel. Her black hair is unusually well done, even for a career. Her green eyes bore into my blue ones, obviously trying to make out what I am thinking. Yep, there is no doubt I will be dead before the second day in the arena. I am so focused on Jenny that I pay no attention to Jeoha Triwin ushering us into the Justice Building. She takes us to separate rooms. 'Well, at least I get to say good-bye before I am sent into slaughter,' I think. I wait for about three minutes before two peacekeepers open the door and my family stumbles in. My mom and two sisters are crying, and my brother just looks like he is slowly being suffocated. I feel the exact same way. I guess that makes sense. We are twins, after all. Without a word, I walk forward and hug them tightly. I hug them like I know it is the last time I will ever see them again-which is the exact situation. There is about three minutes of fierce hugging until the peacekeepers drag my family from the room. Tears are pouring down my face like my eyes are turned-over buckets of water. I don't expect any other visitors, but I am oddly not surprised when they bring someone else in. I don't know this person. It is a woman with black hair-just like Jenny's. I wipe my eyes, and I notice the pissed-off look in this lady's eyes. She stomps up to me and starts yelling at me right away. "Don't even THINK you have a chance against Jenny, you stupid boy! She is beloved and known by our district!" She shouts. And it dawns on me. Jenny Carwell….she is the most popular girl in our school. Why hadn't I noticed? "Er…" Is my response. The woman smirks, as if satisfied. "You know what, I'm not even worried. Jenny will kill you within the first hour, I'm sure." She stomps out of the room, leaving me as horrible-feeling as ever. The peacekeepers shut the door, and no one else comes. I mean, why would people want to see me? It's not like I'm going to die. Oh wait. It is.