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Our President of Panem never falls short on things to do. From the looks, it appears that he has again used his 'magic' too turn something already so terrible, or rather unhuman, into something… worse. It was pretty darn apparent that something was wrong the minute we were notified of the special announcement actually.

"This year, in place of the usual 'Games', will be something different." He starts, voice thundering from the microphone atop his tall wooden stand. "An event that will be held every twenty-five years a matter a fact."

I stroke my younger sister's-Sophia- silky blondish hair as she began to quiver from the questionable approach in the president's voice.

"In memory of those poor souls lost in the unnecessary mess of the Dark Days, and a special reminder of the powerfulness of the Capital, something I'd like to call a Quarter Quell will be put into place."

I again glanced down at my Sophia, whose wide eyes were fixed firmly at the television screen. I can feel the quick beats of her heart as she sits in my lap.

"And also, to show that teamwork, strength in numbers, and group collaboration will never rise above the superior that is you're Capital. To kick of the beginning of these Quells, each District citizen will be required to pick a boy and girl that you would like to participate as a tribute this year."

My mouth falls agape just as my sister jolts up, knocking her arm into my chest. "Oh no Landon, Sophia screamed, no likes me!" She was unfortunately telling the truth.

Almost every day, she would be waiting at home for me to return from work for she could spill out the lists work of bullying she had endured. Sophia was soft, and it wasn't something she could hide as everyone knew.

"It's going to be alright, I mutter into her small ear, it will be alright."

Pondering over how this whole thing would work seemed to infuriate me even greater. The Capital had already forced our children into the death sentence known as The Hunger Games; but they now expected us to do it ourselves?

I'm twenty-two, and Sophia's thirteen, meaning she still is in store for more years of reaping's to come, while I know longer qualify. That is, if she survives this one…

But I can't afford to think like that. Not while my sister is looking up to me for advice. Not while she has no one left but me, Landon Spite.

"Get to bed Sophia, I'll be there in a little bit."

"You promise?"

"You know it."

I sat back down on our small straw-filled couch, and relaxed as best as I could. The Games are far from different this year, and that should already be enough for me to think about for tonight, let along Sophia.

I watched the replays they showed for about thirty more minuets, then headed for the small bed that Sophia and I both shared.

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