Every eye turned towards me. I want to puke and cry, but I don't show it. I will not have them mark me off as weak. Never will I let them mark me that way.
I walk slowly and carefully to the podium. " do not show fear." I think continually.
Trudy asks very brightly, " Is there any volunteers?" there is no volunteers. I knew there wouldn't be any.
"On to the lads" she tells us exuding happiness. She rushes over to the boys bowl. She reaches in all lady-like. I shake slightly as she reaches in. She pulls it out. And the name she reads out makes me feel even worse. " Fabian Rutter"
He looks scared. Every eye that was once on me has held his attention.
He slowly walks up to the platform. He walks carefully and steadily up. Even now he looks adorable.
When he gets on the stage Effie smiled.
" Is there any volunteers?" she asked very over sweet.
No voice rose. Not even his brothers.
He sighs and looks down. He knew they wouldn't volunteer. He knew they wouldn't even get closer to him to protect him. That made me want to scream at them. To yell and shout.
It wasn't fair for him to die and no one stand up. He is sweet and has a life to live for.
All of us do. But the Capitol takes it away.
Trudy then smiles at us and tells us to shake hands.
It might have been my imagination but I thought that he squeezed my hand when we shook our hands.
When we got done Trudy said to the crowd and T.V, " District's 12s tributes of the 74 Hunger Games.
Then we were shoed on in into the building to saw our final goodbyes.
