Sal.
Sal's name got picked.
Why her, of all people?
"Any volunteers?" Liza Truun calls.
I wait anxously for Christina to speak up, but she isn't.
Where is she? I look anxously toward the eighteen year old section and don't see her anywhere. Instead I only see a concerned looking Cato. He's worried about her, too.
I start freaking out. Where is she?
Obviously Liza is surprised too. "Any volunteers?" she calls again.
Then I realize what has to be done.
I can't let Sal die. She has something to live for. Whereas I don't my only life's goal is to get out of Career training.
This... this... sacrifice. Did I really want this? Did I want to die?
No, but I would rather die than Sal.
"Okay, then Iguess we'll move onto the bo-"
"I volunteer as tribute!"
Everybody stares at me, short and scrawny, timid and scared. I wasn't even a full Career yet. I am fourteen, the only damage I can do is from a distace with knives.
The whole plaza is silent, execpt I hear Cato whisper, "Clove, no..."
Liza looks happy. "Alrighty, then, darling!" she chimes, "Come on up!"
I quiver up on stage. I'm scared. Very scared. I'm going to get killed, I just know it. Possibly by Glimmer... Ugh. I decide I will not let that happen.
Liza dips her hand into the boys' bowl and pulls out a name, but I don't pay attention to who because I'm too focused on Sal's face back in the crowd. Her expression is unreadable. I's a mixture of scare, disbelief, and gratefullness.
The next thing I know, Liza and her crazy green skin is leading me away. I look over and see my fellow tribute is Cato. He must have volunteered. Peacekeepers lead me into a room in the Justice hall and I sat down.
Immediately Sal walks in. There are tears in her eyes as she hugs me. "Clove..." she murmurs. "Clove, you didn't have to do this..." She runs and hugs me, and I cry into her shoulder.
"I'll come back for you, Sal, I'll come back..."
We separate and Sal sits down. "Clove, why did you do this for me?"
She had a point, why did I?
Because she would be dead in ten seconds flat? Because she can't fight? I hate doing it, but I can fight and I can even kill, when I have to. Sal can't. She beat people up with words, not with muscles.
"Because, Sal, as much as I don't want to admit it, you are my best friend." Seal isn't or else she would be here by now, I thought.
"Miss Onrye, It's time to go." Says a Peacekeeper.
She shoves something into my palm. "Clove, take this..."
I look down and see a swirly purple ring. It rings a bell and I realize it's a ring that was passed down Sal's family for years. But there's only one way to be sure.
I twist the stone off and a two-inch-long spike pops out. On it is a red goo. Poison. I twist the large stone back into its silver setting just as the peacekeepers come in.
"Clove Celadon, please step onto the train cart." Says a peacekeeper, and I reluctantly obey.

So how was it?

I honestly don't care about this story. I'm only writing it to get publicity for my OTHER fanfictions-mostly The Only Exception-which, btw, is a Kids React fanfic. So if you like Kids React, go check it out!