“Chance McNish.”

Suddenly, my blood
turns ice cold and I freeze dead in mid-breath. It’s not like I could breath
anyway, a huge knot formed in my throat and my stomach squeezed itself shut. It’s
all I can do but crane my stiff neck over to look at the silky blonde haired
boy being sentenced to death. As he cautiously, and rather shakily, lumbers to
his feet, I find myself springing up, screaming and diving after him. A trio of
white suit Peacekeepers approaches me quickly, so I squirm and try to punch one
in the jaw. “I volunteer!” I scream. My throat was already hoarse, from even
one, earsplitting screech. The Peacekeepers look at me a moment, but shrug and
reluctantly let me join Chance on the platform. The announcer of the games
smiles and says, “This year’s district 4 tributes!”

*Will continue*