~~Sher's POV~~

I looked in my closet, wondering what I should wear for today. Today could be the last day I ever step inside my house, that's for sure. I glanced out of my window and saw a white car pull up on the side of the dusty road.

I walked downstairs and saw that my dad was sober for once. He looked at me with tired eyes. Then I looked around and saw my sister in a blue flannel and jeans. I heard a knock at the door and answered it, seeing a man in a white suit stand before me.

"Hello. We would like to see the one who goes by the name of Jon." He tried to go in the house, but I blocked the door.

"Whadda you want with my little sister." I said, shooting daggers at him as I glared. He had the most stricken look on his face. "I would like to speak with her, and your father." I practically growling at him now.

"You try anything funny and you'll regret it, ya white-suited douche." I whispered the last part as I let him in, and I swear he heard me.

I leaned against the wall and looked on as the guy, my sister and my dad all sat down and chatted. I didn't really pay attention until the guy pulled out a peice of paper.

"Sign here and we'll take her to the district so she can learn. She has potential." I was there in an instant, standing behind my sister.

"You aren't taking my sister you twat." I hissed, ready to fight if I had to. My dad gave me a look that was supposed to shut me up, but it didnt work. If he had been a proper dad, it may have, but it didnt work any more. Not since he was a raging alcoholic.

"You'll have to fight me if you wanna take her." I threatened, balling up my fists. My sister looked at me and seemed to silently beg for me to stop. But I wouldn't. I wouldn't let anyone take the last person I loved away from me.

"Sher, please calm down. Don't you want her to have a better life?" The man drawled at me, leaning forward slightly. I thought for a moment, thinking about how she could just get away from this horrible place. To have even the slightest chance of starting over.

I sighed and took a step back. "If I find out that you harm her in any way, you'll regret it." I said finally, going back upstairs. I went through my drawers and found a red flannel and a black tanktop with some gray jeens. I threw those on and thundered down the steps, prepared to go.

Jon was gone already.

I sighed as I left the house with my dad, not even giving him a single look. Though this man was my father, I resented him. He didnt do anything for me, so why should I give him anything in return?

As we reached the place were the Choosing would commence, I went through the procedure and found a spot for me to stand. I wondered how many other kids in other districts would go through the same thing I was.

We stood there for a while and waited for the Choosing to start, and after a few long minutes, it finally did.

The woman made a huge speach about the Games and then showed us a video. It wasn't very interesting, so I shrugged it off. Soon enough, the woman was given two bowls to choose from, one for men and the other for women. She stuck her hand in the one for men first and drew out a name. I was pretty sure she said Ross, but I couldn't hear her quite well. Then she put her hand in the girls bowl.

Please don't be me.

Please don't be me.

Please.

"Sher."

I stood there, frozen. I had been picked. Why? Why did this happen? I quickly got out of the space I was standing in and walked down the isle, right towards the woman standing on her stage. I walked up the steps and stood next to Ross, looking out at all of the people.

Then my eyes settled on my dad. He had a lost expression, as if his life was useless. I saw the tears streaming down his face, and then I realized something.

He did actually love me.

~~Mithzan's POV~~

I stood in horror is I heard my name called, and I reluctantly went up to the stage. Why? I didn't want this. I stood up there and looked out at the people. I saw my parents faces, ridden with shock and sadness. I, their only child, was being sent off to my inevitable death. There was no way I was gonna win, even though I had gone through so much. I stood there and waited for the girl to be called, loathing filling my body.

Why did this have to be a thing?

~~Sky's POV~~

I stood in shock and disbelief as I heard my name echo out. I had been picked. This was me and Alesa's worst nightmare. I reluctantly walked up to the stage and stared out to all of the people. I saw Alesa, who had tears streaming down her beautiful face. Please don't cry, honey. I'll come back. I promise I won't loose.

~~CaptainSparklez' POV~~

I walked up to the stage, shock still flowing through me. But I played it cool. No one needed to know what I was going through. Even though I was probably shaking like a leaf, I still played it cool to the best of my ability.

As I stood on stage, I looked out at the crowd and found my parents. They were sobbing into each others shoulders, not caring about anything else. They just stood there and cried.

I promise I'll make it back.

Dead or alive.