Hey guys! I hope that you will like this chapter! I'm pretty happy with how it turned out! I'll try to keep writing but updated might come a little bit slower now because I'm going on vacation soon. Make sure to review and answer the questions as usual! And thank you to everyone who has reviewed thus far! Thank you too kindnessandbravery for Cila Ventry, and Khloe Grace for Sunhail Mattson repectively.

Sunhail's POV

I wake up to the sound of an infants tears. I slowly sit up in bed and look at the time on the old grandfather clock. It's only four in the morning but it's almost time to get busy anyways. It's always a busy morning at the orphanage on reaping day.

I get out of bed and head down the hall too the bathroom to get dressed. As I pass by the girls room I see a candle lit by the desk and make out the figure of my best friend Cila. I guess she got the baby quiet because their is no more screaming and she is writing in her diary like she does every morning.

She says her diary is the only place she can pour out her emotions. She always acts tough, rarely showing emotion. When she's around other's she is quiet but her presence is felt. She can actually be quite funny and bubbly though, if you get to know her.

Cila and I have had an unbreakable bond ever since we were nine when a epidemic broke out and we lost both of our families. We were both sent too the orphanage and have grieved together. Now we just look ahead, and hope that the future is better than the past.

Today is the start of a new beginning. If we can survive the reaping one last time, we will both be free of not just the reaping, but also the orphanage. Once you are 18 your time at the orphanage is over, and you can move on.

After I've taken my shower and gotten dressed, I head down stairs to see most of the other kids already there. None of us look too fancy, because the orphanage can't afford nice clothes for all of us. I got luck this year with a fairly decent outfit.

I wear a grey and black plaid shirt with dress pants. I'm actually a pretty good looking guy. I have curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and I stand about 6 feet tall with a lot of muscle from working in the fields.

Cila's helping to serve the breakfast so I walk over.

"Hey. Are you nervous?" I ask.

"I guess a little bit because it's are last one. You?" She responds.

"I'm not nervous." I say. Cila smiles at me obviously not believing me. "Okay, maybe a little." I say sheepishly. She laughs and hands me a bowl of cereal along with a napkin.

As I sit down at one of several large tables in the dining hall, I think about how blessed I am to have a friend like her.

Cila's POV

As I walk up to get my hand zapped I look around at all of the innocent kids at the reaping. No child should ever be forced to fight to the death. It's just not right.

I walk to my section all the way at the back of the sections. Once I arrive I just listen too all the other girls talking about being done with the reapings and being free.

I start to feel sad hearing all these girl's stories. One girl has a brother who is completely blind and has no relatives but her, and another girl has a baby to take care of. Then I hear a girl say that her whole family died in the same epidemic as mine and I realize I have just as much reason that I shouldn't have to fight in the Hunger Games as all of them.

And I won't have to.

The escort comes out on stage and pulls out a slip form the female bowl. I close my eyes and wait to hear the name called.

"Cila Ventry!" declares the escort.

The whole worlds a blur for a second. Once I realize what has just happened I close my eyes and just stand there with my eyes closed for what feels like an eternity. But when I open my eyes I feel different. I feel mad. Mad at the capitol and the whole Hunger Games.

I decide in my head that I won't let the capitol win I will be victorious!

I start for the stage looking straight into the cameras. I feel pleased with the fact that Everyone across all of Panem will see my courage displayed.

I know that the war isn't over, but at least I've won the first battle.

Sunhail's POV

When Cila is reaped one word flashes through my head.

Volunteer.

Cila and I have a mutual understanding that we would do anything for each other including risking our life, and frankly I would say this falls under that category.

As the escort opens the slip I confirm with myself that I will volunteer. I have to. For Cila.

"Caleb Landover!" declares the escort.

"I volunteer!" I yell.

The whole audience turns and looks at me. I immediately start walking towards the stage. When I walk past the 12 year old section I feel a tug on my arm. I look down to see a frail little boy sitting in a wheel chair.

"Thank you." He says. I immediately realize that this must be the reaped boy and I respond.

"You're welcome. Could you do one thing for me?" I ask.

"Anything." He says enthusiastically.

"Live a good life." I say. I catch myself before I start to cry. He nods and smiles at me. Now I know I've done the right thing.

As I walk on stage I give Cila a sad smile. She returns the gesture before we shake hands and are led into the justice building.

I hope that you enjoyed that chapter! Here are the questions for this chapter-

Should Sunhail have volunteered to protect Cila?

Will this pair do well together?

We have seen a couple of pairs so far. Do you tend to like people with a connection or not?