"And the first tribute chosen for the 72nd Hunger Games is..." He pauses, taking a moment to unfold the paper slip and read the name written in ink. "Eliza Caddel!"

In three days, I'm going to turn eighteen. So, in three days, I'm going to die. I can't do anything to stop it. They'll float me. Push me out to space for something I couldn't control. I'm alone now, and I have been for over three years. I have no one left.