The 100th Hunger games

Prologue

"Wren it's starting", I hear Librae yell from downstairs.
I hurry downstairs and I pile on the couch with Librae, mom, and dad.
The camera shows President Snow. This wasn't the same President Snow during the rebellion. He died a few years later. This was his granddaughter. "This is the 100th Hunger Games and the fourth Quarter Quell", she speaks.
She is handed the envelope that reads the fate of the next contestants of the Hunger Games.
"This year", she opens the envelope, "to show that no man or woman together are strong enough to defy the capital the tributes will be reaped in one bowl."
The TV goes off.
"What does that mean", Librae asks.
"It means that the boys and girls will be reaped together", my father explains, "so two boys can go into the games or two girls."
She nods. Her hands start shaking.
"Hey it's okay", I tell her, "I'm not gonna let you go into the games."
She smiles and gives me a hug.
We sit on the couch for a while staring at the blank TV.

After an hour mom and dad go to bed. Me and Librae stay for a while.
I can tell she's still nervous.
"Librae the games aren't for another couple of months."
"I know", she sniffles, "but what if I am picked."
"Your not."
"But what if I am", she snaps.
"Like I said", I say, "I won't let you go in there."

Her eyes start to close

"Looks like someone's tired", I say.
"No I'm not", she yawns.
"Come on", I say throwing her over my shoulder.
I walk up the stairs and into our room and put her in her bed that's on the left side of the room. I tuck her in and go to my side and get in bed.
My mind wonders to our conversation. I know that I would volunteer for her if she got picked, which she wouldn't, but what if I got picked? She wouldn't volunteer for me. Would she?
No. She wouldn't survive.

I wouldn't either if I volunteered, but Librae would have a life ahead of her, even if it's not much of one.