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District 2

Clarisse La Rue had gotten picked when she was 13. In district 2, the only thing being picked meant was that you were not going to compete. Once someone got picked, what seemed like half the crowd surged forward to volunteer. Clarisse has been volunteering every year since. She was 16 this year, so she only had 2 years left. She was so happy when she heard the escort say,

"Clarisse La Rue!"

She came forward to the stage screaming with pure joy. She stood up on the stage screaming to the crowd. Her parents never got picked even though they volunteered every year; none of her brothers ever made it either. Clarisse was surprised when she looked into the crowd to see her dad rolling his eyes. She tried not to let that bother her. Her father always said that only boys stand a chance and girls can't win. When Clarisse would bring up the point that there have been many girl victors over the years, her dad would aways shrug and say something like,

"Those are the years that the gentlemen get picked; those kind young men let the girls win."

Clarisse never believed that. She trained harder than every person her age combined did. She was the most skilled with every weapon she picked up. Maybe her dad discouraging her all these years is the reason she trained so hard, so now she was going to win 100%. She was going to be back so soon and move into a big mansion in Victors' Village, and he can stay in their mid-size house they live in now. When she wins, her dad is going to try to pretend like he supported her all along, but Clarisse isn't going to take his crap. She is going to show him, he'll see.

Frank would never admit it, but he was secretly hoping he would not get picked. He had volunteered, but only because he wanted to fit in with everyone else. He knows if he didn't, he would be made fun of forever. He probably wouldn't get picked anyways. There were always so many volunteers. It was a chance, though, and he always had rotten luck.

"Frank Zhang," the escort said, smiling.

He froze; no, this could not be happening; he didn't want to go into the games; he didn't want to kill people, and he did not want to be killed.

The boys around him shoved him towards the stage as he climbed up to stand next to Clarisse.

"Look at him," the escort said with a small laugh Frank knew was fake. "He is so excited he's shaking."

Frank found his grandmother in the crowd; she saw him shaking and mouthed 'stop'. Although, from the look on her face, she was every bit as nervous as her grandson, who was now going into the games, whether he wanted to or not.

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