I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. I guess im in shock. But then I see Sunny about to volunteer.
"By God, Sunny! We both Know I'll last longer in there. Don't you dare volunteer for me." I whisper. She breaks down into quiet sobbing, and I give her one last hug, paste a smile on my face, stand straight, and walk up to the platform.
Maxli looks surprised that I am not trying to run away or cry. She gives me an approving glance then walks to the male globe thingy.
As she reaches in, I plead with the world silently. Please, please, please don't be Drew, or Caspian, or any of my friends! I hope, and hope, and hope desperately that they will not be pulled.
The name pulled is Skye Ploafer. No, why him! Skye is 16, a year older than me, and he could easily win. But his parents recently passed away, leaving him with a younger sister at 6 years old, and a brother, age 9, named Misty and Thresh.
He walks up onto stage, and I can see the sorrow in his eyes easily. Everyone knows he has a terminal disease, same as his parents did. "Please, someone volunteer!" I think to myself. Sure enough, a few voices float up to the stage. One is the loudest; it's a boy I know named Toma, as in tomahawk. He walks up the stairs, onto the stage; fist bumps Skye, and then announces his name.
"Toma Breakar. Let's go District 11!" he yells, arising a cheer from the audience. I start to laugh. Toma is so funny, he could make Snow himself bust out laughing! I hope we make an alliance. I know medicinal skills and cooking. He is amazing at hand to hand combat (up in the orchard he enjoys sparring with the mocking jays-who are quite vicious sometimes- and wrestling with his friends when his shifts let out) and survival. He once got lost in the orchards when he was little. When they found him, he was eating tracker jacker honey(I have no idea how he got it) and an assortment of fruits. Yeah, he'll be good as an alliance, but then he'd have to be killed…