The 300th hunger games

I have won

I stare.

I stare at the limp and cold body as I drop my bloody weapon, shaking.

I have won.

I am the Victor of the 300th Annual Hunger Games.

I shoot up, with a grin on my fave but butterflies in my stomach. What did this dream mean... Am I going to be called or is this foreshadowing my volunteering? I look back at the clock, realizing I'm late and run to the town square, dressed in my training clothes. As the video finished, our escort Veronica began listing names, not that anybody actually listens because everybody, like usual volunteers. I forget my brother, Saul whom has an autistic disability isn't there. The feeling of anxiety overwhelmed me as his name was called. Luckily somebody volunteered but on 1, you get to decide if you want somebody to volunteer for you or not.. Veronica peeked through the crowd but could t find him. An immediate search was called and sure enough they found him under his bed..
Nobody was allowed to volunteer or say there goodbyes to him.. I just hope he dies quick and painless.