The air was silent. I could feel the person next to me tense as I moved from my spot. The gravel underneath my feet made a loud scratching noise as I walked toward the steps. Every eye was watching me as I stumbled to the front of the crowd. I didn't choose, it just happened. I gulped as I walked up the steps in the direction of Zilla and the peacekeepers. I focus my eyes onto my father. What a bastard. He has a smirk on his face, happy to see the last of me. He will not be visiting me later, the only reason he would is to laugh at me with the brawn they call my brothers. Zilla gives me a pat on the shoulder and walks to the other side of the stage. My vision goes blurry like the whole world just slammed into my damn face. I hear Zilla say something but I'm too numb to respond. I don't want to care anymore. I want to jump off the stage and run away. But I can't. A blurry figure comes to a halt beside me. I don't know who he is but I do know he smells like oysters. The world releases its self from my face when he grabs my hand and raises it into the air. Only then do I realise. I am a tribute in the 11th hunger games.
The peacekeepers grab me by the arm and drag me into the justice building. I manage to move my feet in time to his so I don't trip over in front of the entire Panem. I hate this. Why me I didn't ask for this, no one even volunteered. Were they so overjoyed that I'm at deaths sentence, were they too shocked to speak? Whatever the reason, I'm still a tribute with no hope of winning. I sit in a large room full of old paintings and plush sofas. The door opens and a short girl with long blonde hair appears in the doorway. She looks frantically at me while nervously shaking her hands. "Kira," I asked surprisingly. This is very unexpected I didn't think anyone would come "Am I allowed in." she says "I don't think I have a choice" I reply she takes a couple of steps forward sits down next to me. "Sorry I know this is silly but I just wanted to wish you luck, chances are my brother won't be the only tough one and therefore-" I stop her halfway through her sentence. "Wait what has Cristoff have to do with this" I asked confusedly why would she even bring her older brother into this anyway? "Mags" she says with a single tear slipping from her eye. "He's the male tribute for district 4" she stands up and wipes her eye "I better get back to my parents now" she walks out of the room and again I'm alone. If Cristoff is going to be in the hunger games, I really don't know how I'm going to survive.
