I volunteer..

"Hello! Welcome to our 113th annual Hunger Games!"

The crowd slightly wooed, but dismay and fright someone from their families would be chosen as tribute hinted through as they tried to show enthusiasm.

My name was in over 80 times,as its my last year,in the female area, and my sister Cheryl had her name in once.

This was her first year, and i was positive she was not going to survive out there. The districts already chose their tributes, the majority 14 or older, amd they were extremely muscular.

As she plunges her hand into the small container of male names, Effie's clearly aged voice boomed around, the rustles of paper also booming with it as she said "Oh, do we have a Jaydon, aged 16, in this building? A Jaydon Lindfield?" Her voice was much to enthusiastic. Her wig much too white, and her face caked with skyscraper high levels of face makeup. "How long will it be till they fire her?" I groaned to myself. A lanky, shaking boy with his lip slightly trempling through his expression. He was trying to seem fine, but his nervousness was quite obvious.

He slowly walked up, and this gave me the chance to observe this dude. He was tall, maybe about 6'7", thin, maybe around 115 pounds, and he looked 20 if you quickly glanced. He was almost handsome. I almost blushed but kept a solid game face.

It seemed as if time slowed down as Effie Trinket put her hand in her container marked female in bold bright lettering. My heart stopped when i heard "Do we have a Cheryl, aged 12, in this building? A Cheryl Jameson?" I almost fainted. While she was walking up, my fury and agony was released as i shoved her to the side of the steps. Running to the microphone screaming "I VOLUNTEER. I VOLUNTEER!"

The crowd fell silent. Cheryl slowly walked back to my mother. I shoved my hair away from my face as the crowd was awkwardly silent. Effie, her makeup creasing in her expression lines and wrinkles, said "Oh, yes dear. And what would your name be honey?" I replied loudly and proudly into the microphone, i swear district 11 would hear me .

"Cordelia."

"Cordelia Jameson."

"Why yes, Ms.Cordelia Jameson. Welcome to the 113th annual Hunger Games!" God, how can she be so positive? At least she's better than her mother, the Effie Trinket of the 74th.. All I could do was stare, noticing the powder creases in her wrinkles. This was all a joke to the capital..

Cheryl was still sobbing uncontrollably. Mostly from aftershock of being picked, and the fact I wouldn't be able to volunteer for her in the 114th, if I lived, of course.

My mom was also sobbing, but I kept a solid face. I shuffled my red hair awkwardly, framing my face. Dismay and fright was brought to an abrupt stop by a tear stained puffy-eyed faces. My best friend, Marina Pafford, sat with my other best friend, James Ryder.

I almost broke down at them, but I just looked back at Effie, almost laughing at her makeup efforts. "Welcome Cordelia and Jaydon to our 113th annual Hunger Games!" The crowd was silent. I was well known as a poor hunter who supported her family. What will they do without me?