Hazel just volunteered, do I volunteer? I'm not sure. She wasn't supposed to, but what she did was right, the girl's blazing red hair looked like it was on fire. Her face was still round like she hadn't lost all her baby fat.

Hazel was up there alone, I had blocked out the escort, both from sight and hearing. Hazel looked scared, but the only reason I could tell was because I knew her. To everyone else she was strong, brave, and determined. She didn't let that slip.

I finally focus back on Augustus, he was grabbing a name from the middle of the bowl. This time, it wasn't a young kid to be called, he was actually near the back, about 5 rows from the back. He stepped out in shock, not realizing what this meant for him. This was strange and kind of confusing.

My eyes were glazed over. 'Frank Zhang' I hear Augustus say my name over and over in my head. Step by step, Hazel, a girl way older than me, but 3 years younger in looks looked stronger than me. I pick up my pace as I get closer and closer to Hazel. I get onto the stage, and weirdly enough, it feels like I just took off a 50 pound backpack.

"Now, give a hand to your tributes for the 55th Annual Hunger Games, Hazel Levesque and Frank Zhang." And the weight comes back. I start getting stressed, but also not. I'm a praetor! I can do this! I will get us out of this alive, every single demigod in those games.

(Sorry for the short chapter, this is all I could think of, but Nico's is already written so yeah.)