"Yoli Eisenhardt" The woman calls. I look to the girl coming up to the stage.Her hair is in a ponytail. The color of her hair isn’t blonde or brown… like caramel. She looks out to the citizens of District 11. Her green eyes sparked with a kind of excitement. Oh, I remember her know. She works at the fruit and vegetable store! Lucky… she probably never staves. Being poor stinks… I can’t haunt well because I don’t have a bow and arrows. I can’t make them either. I have to trap animals. They see the shiny thing the run over to it and bye bye head. Chopped off…
“Next to boy!” the woman almost screams. “Markus Evenstien.” There were some gasps. People hadn’t heard that surname since my mother was executed for eating the crops. But she had no choice. We were starving! And so was she but that’s the past. I must now walk to up to the stage with people with their eyes on me like I was food or something they couldn’t touch… But it doesn’t matter. I have to win this competition… for Rue.
