Brione Selkirk waited in the town square with her sister, Braid. Her brother, Braille, was the same age as Braid and Brione, but he was in the boys' pen.
They were triplets, one of the maybe four sets in Eight.
The three waited calmly, until Hattie started to choose names.
"Logan Brickfeld!" An older girl came up, with long, flowing blonde hair. She had a British accent and said that she was nineteen.
"Samuel Charter!" A small boy came up and said that he was thirteen.
"Alberto Phelps!" Another small boy that was 13.
"Jake Albans!"
Oh no, that's who Braid likes,Brione thought. Braid looked appalled as he slowly walked up and said he was seventeen.
"Brione Selkirk!" She froze. What? No. Her?
Someone, please volunteer, Brione thought
Her prayers were answered. Not.
"I VOLUNTEER!"
Brione whipped her head around to find the source of the voice. Braid ran up on the stage.
"Braid Selkirk, age 17."
District Eight's Tributes:
-Logan Brickfeld, age 19 (F)
-Samuel Charter, age 13 (M)
-Alberto Phelps, age 13 (M)
-Jake Albans, age 17 (M)
-Braid Selkirk, age 17 (F)
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