I stand in the crowd, waiting for this thing to start. Blah blah blah, you have probably heard this a million times so I won't bore you. The escort's name was Iggy, she had us watch a documentary, blah blah blah, finally the thing ended. I feel a slight nudge as someone tarted to bite his nails beside me. I start to question whether I volunteer or not, I wasn't supposed to, but now I am alone in this district. It would be boring to just stay here until all of my friends are dead. Iggy puts her hand in a bowl of paper slips. She circled around the bowl and picked one from the lower half of the bowl.

"Is there a Lexus Hasher?" A girl about 14 comes out of the crowd very hesitantly. She looked pretty, I'm surprised no one volunteered for her. She slowly walked up the stage and to the right of Iggy.

A lady from the adult crowd starts weeping and she is holding back an 8 year old from running up to the stage. I'm guessing that was the girls family. "Now let's see who our male tribute is." I start panicking, do I volunteer, do I not? She picks a name from the top of the bowl and shimmies back to the mic stand. "Can I please have Ford Hasher?" A boy very close to the front, a 12 year old, gets shoved out of the crowd.

I don't hesitate I see the girl's face, the same parent started weeping louder. "I VOLUNTEER!" I run up to the boy. "Go back to your mom, I'll take care of your sister."

He embraces me. "Thank you sir, make sure she is ok."

"Come up here young man." Iggy tells me. I walk up on the stage, the girl was on the verge of tears. "What is your name?"

"Um... Will Solace." The girl, Lexus, doesn't care she runs up to me and embraces me.

"Thank you Will, you will forever be in my debt."