Chapter 8

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Ben's POV
Ugggg another boring 'choosing'. All for what so 8 people can die and the capital gets to watch there show. It's all for nothing. "Ben Mclntyre." Phil called. "That's me." I yelled with out realizing it. "Well come up here." Phil called back. "I would rather not." I said toying with him. "Well you kinda have to. If you don't want to the peacemakers come and get you." He said. "Well they can be kinda mean so I think I'll come up." I said and started walking up. When I got up Phil patted me on the back and whispered "You put up a good fight." In my ear. "Ahh ok." I responded. "Now for the ladies." He said and walked over to the ladies container. Wow there's actually a lot of slips in there. He picked up one of the slips and read the name. "Makenzie Womack." You could tell who the person was by looking into the crowd there was alway that one person with the dreaded look of shock on there face with fear in there eyes. Once I saw her walking up I remembered her. Makenzie! Yah, we were friends for like, ever. Then she got into middle school and things changed. We hung out less. Well I guess we're gonna no to have to work together to win this. We looked at each other. I tried to smile like we used. She smiled back. This is gonna be hard.

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