I'm sixteen years old. I have an older sister Alison the age of seventeen, and a younger sister Karen the age of thirteen.
Before Karen turned twelve, I was always afraid of being put in the same games as Alison. But after Karen turned twelve, I had more to worry about.
And I'm afraid something bad will happen this year.
Of course, I feel that way every year, but still...
"Stop your worrying, Bill!" Alison calls.
"How can you say that when you're worried yourself?" I challenge.
...
Karen is reaped. She shoots Alison a sharp glance, telling her not to volunteer to take her place. Alison is about to volunteer anyway when Karen spoke.
"Please don't Alison,"
Once Karen finally gets to the stage our escort picks the boy.
"Billy Smith."
No one volunteers. My nightmares have come true.
