"I Volunteer As A Tribute"

The Drawing Of Names

You never know the last moment you'll be living. That's why you live like there's no tomorrow. Especially when every two years you might be put in a dome and have to fight to the death.
I don't think you know who I am. The youngest to ever win the games. I'm only ten years old. Why didn't anyone volunteer for me? I don't know. It was just those simple words they could have said so a little girl could live her life to the fullest, playing in the dirt, playing with dolls. People can be so cruel. You never know who you can trust when it comes down to life and death. By the way, my name is Elizabeth Noel. Classy name huh? Everyone calls me Izzy though. Now that you know everything, let's get into reality.

Today was the day of the drawing. The name drawing. And, my  eight year old sister was hiding in a closet. This was the year in which her name was placed in the drawing. My mother screamed her head off at her to make her come out of the closet so she could tie a bow in her hair. My mother tried to tie a bow in my hair too. She said she was trying to make us seem innocent so just in case we do get picked, someone would volunteer for us. From every state in the U.S, a girl and boy are picked for a tribute. It used to be only a couple states, but they thought they should make the deaths all around the U.S. Annoying.
My sister had finally come out of the closet; and was sucking her thumb. She needed to learn how to act her age. "Your not six anymore, Lucy." Yes, my sister's name was Lucy Noel. Classy....
Lucy looked at me with her huge, brown eyes that sparkled and complimented her blonde hair.
My sister got her looks from our mother, while I got mine from our father. I had dark brunette hair with big hazel eyes. The only trait that me and my sister had shared. Besides body shape. "It's time to go girls" I could see the panic in my mother's eye.

I held my mother's hand and my sister's hand as we were by the city hall. People from all over the state were there and I felt like a tiny ant. "There's no need to worry mother, the chance of me or Lucy getting picked is super tiny. I mean, just look at all these people!" My mom calmed down. For my young age I was quite mature.
The Mayor approached the microphone and said "Welcome, my people of Ohio, to the 60th, annual, Hunger Games!" No applause.  A woman came out on stage, wearing a weird dress that was golden and a big powdered wig. She was definitely someone new from last year! She approached the microphone and said sha'll we do the gentlemen first this time? She reached in and read the name, "Carter Johnson." A boy that looked like he was the age of thirteen approached the stage with a pale sweaty face. His mother was weeping and so was his little sister. The Mayor had a pained look on her face.
The woman in the powdered wig said, "Now the ladies!" She pulled out the name slowly, and read it, "Elizabeth Noel." This had to be a coincidence. But no, my mother and sister looked at me. They started crying and so did I. I hugged them and made them let go of me, the woman had repeated my name again. "Elizabeth Noel? You coming, hun?" I walked up with tears on my face and the boy looked at me.
"Okay! Does anyone volunteer as a tribute for this young lady or young man?" The lady with the powdered wig said. No answer came out of the crowd. There was so many people. You'd think that they'd do something. I waved at my mother, crying harder as one of the men with a suit on tried to escort me to a bus. I kicked and hit them, crying hard, and two men picked me up. I kicked and screamed and my mother and sister tried to run to the stage. They were held back. "I love you mom, I love you!" I shouted this through tears over and over.

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