Mailey's POV #2
My body stays still in its position. I know my name has been called, but it can't be. Out of all the thousands of names in that glass bowl, my name couldn't possibly be called. Bear squeezes my hand then leaves my hand to rest to my side. My eyes dart towards his hand and then climbs up to his face. He's crying. His tears bring tears to my eyes. What am I doing? Careers are suppose to be strong. We are not weak. I am going to survive. I am going to be a career. I give him a nod and step into the aisle to make my way towards the stage. I wipe my hands on my dress. I hadn't realized I was grumpling it up in my fists. Two peacekeepers begin to escort me. What do they think I'm going to do? Run? Yeah right. I have a better chance in the games than here in this cage.
My feet make loud thumps on the wooden stairs as I ascend towards a welcoming Sundy. She grabs my hand and stands me beside the bowl where my name had been pulled from. Where my death sentenced had been held. Where my life could possibly be ended. I look into the crowd and tremble at the sight of my parents. My father holds my mother tight to him. My mother has her head buried into his neck. I look away not wanting to invision them anymore.
Sundy walks over to the boys bowl and pulls out a white slip that was exactly like mine, and the rest that is in the bowl. She opens the paper delicatly and announces it loudly into the microphone. "And the boy tribute is." She pauses in suspense. "Bear Slatley." My hand snatches the piece of paper out of her hand. I look at the black letters against the white slip. Right in front of me is my best friend's name. The name of the boy I shared my fears and thoughts with. The name that was picked and called shouldn't of been. He doesn't deserve this. Nobody deserves this. I feel Sundy's eyes on me and hand her the paper.
Bear walks down the aisle, again is escorted by two peacekeepers. My eyes meet his and he's not crying anymore. He's in shock. He's scared. I'm scared. We should be scared. I ball my hands in fists at my sides as I see Bear advance closer to the stage. Sundy greets Bear and walks him up to the other side of the boy's bowl. The only thing that stands between me and Bear is the escort and her microphone.
"These are district 2's tributes for the 69th annual hunger Games." She booms in the microphone. The whole crowd applauds us in our future trials. They applaud our death. While walking in the door I get close enough to Bear that I grab his hand and hold it until The doors are shut behind us.
"Eveything will be alright." Bear tells me in a calm voice. I tremble at the thought of him being calm. I nod at him then we are lead down two seperate hallways.
I walk quietly with one peacekeeper for two minutes before he opens a door and leads me in to sit down on the red sofa. I sit quietly for a couple minutes playing with my black hair. My hair feels gross and looks gross. From sitting in the heat and the shock of being picked into the games I have been sweating up a storm. The door clunks open and then I see my mom in the doorjam.
"Sweety." She runs and gives me a hug. I close my eyes and take in my mothers warmth. I don't care that its boiling right now. I never want this to stop. I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up at my dad. He gives me a long look then grabs both me and my mother. "Everything is going to be alright." My mother pats my head. "You have been training you whole life for this."
"I'm going to win." I look up at my mom and hold her stare. "I'm not going to lose."
"Join the the career pack." My father states. "You will be safe."
"No."
"Don't be stupid thats your only good way of survival."
"No!" I shake my head. "I will not be one of those vicious people." I step away from both of them. "I wont let them have the chance to kill me." They both look at me. "They will not see me as weak."
A peacekeeper bursts in and tells us that our time is up. My mother grabs me one last time. "I love you honey." I nod at her. I look at my father and give them both one last hug and let the peacekeeper take them. I'm going to be back soon. I'm not going to loose.
I rest on the sofa knowing that no one else will come visit me. Massy wont come and see me because Massy doesn't do good with goodbyes. All the other people I know don't have a close enough relationship with me to come say bye to me. I don't want anyone else to see me anyways. The only people that I want to say bye to, is my parents. I got my wish though.