Spencer: District Eleven
I have to keep fidgeting in the velvet sofa they put me in to keep calm. My last good-byes, I will never see them again, my family, my friends, everyone. I suck in a shaky breath.
The door opens and my first visitor has arrived, along with a Peacekeeper. It's my older sister, Melissa Hastings. She sits on the matching velvet sofa parallel from the one I am sitting on. The Peacekeeper, in his white uniform, closes the door for our privacy. Melissa stands up after the door closes and sits next to me. She hugs me tightly and murmurs in my ear, "Oh, Spence, I am so sorry." I cry into her shoulder softly.
"I am sorry for everything I have done to you, Spencer." Melissa says "I have one thing for you, and it is advice. Stay alive, Spencer, for me, do it for me."
I nod, "I love you, Melissa." She nods with tears in her eyes "I love you too, Spence. Make it memorable out there, you can do this. I know you can!"
The Peacekeeper opens the door and Melissa has to leave. She stands up in the small room and looks at me. "I love you, Spencer!" The Peacekeeper grabs her arm and leads her out. Before the door closes I call, "I will miss you, Melissa!" and collapse into tears on the soft couch.
The door opens moments later and it is my mother and father. They immediately sit next to me and we hug. "Oh, Spencer," my mother says "It will be okay." She strokes my hair and sobs. I know it won't be alright.
I don't have a special talent that could keep me alive. Unless, that is, I could tennis them to death.
"We both love you very much, Spencer." My father says, holding one of my hands and my mother's "We love you so much. Don't forget us in the arena." I nod vaguely.
The Peacekeeper opens the door and my family has left me. I sit for a long time trying not to cry, not for the cameras. Another Peacekeeper comes to collect me from the dreaded room and leads me to the front of the building, where a car awaits me.
Like most other people in District Eleven, I have never been in a car before, much less seen one up close. I am seated in the car and it quietly leaves with its dark windows.
Minutes later the vehicle halts to a stop and someone opens my door. Light flashes all around, reporters shouting questions, and I know I must be at the train station.
**A/N: Hey guys! Well yeah Spencer... not my best work I must say... Well review I guess! I
