Having his named called was easily the worst day of my whole life. People told me that what came next(cuz all I was thinking about was how my life could have just ended) could have made Ashe being called, look like a walk in the park.
"I volunteer!"
"I volunteer as tribute!" the voice I know all to well.
My baby brother.
PJ what are you doing! Gale demanded.
Dad chill, he knows what he's doing
All I was paying attention to was how my brother volunteered for my hearing? How could mom and dad just stand up there and do nothing to stop him? That's all I remember before blacking out. Bad news always has been following me around, right then I believe that karma was going to be more than a bitch. More like a drunk bastard with a stick up his ass and hasn't been laid in forever, because nothing I had prepared for was happening. Because the person that had to walk up there with my brother was none other than... me.
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