My families faces, the pounding of my heart. The name ringing in my ears "Amber Malone" whispers taunting me, laughing, knowing....Nobody would volunteer for me. I had no one.....Alone.....I felt so alone... Suddenly two gaurds approached me with hardened faces, grabbing either arm, and pulling me towards the stage. The boy was called up next, he also was 14. "Silver Mansfield" Then the words I had been regretting, that made this a living nightmare.
"Welcome, our District 12 tributes, to the 80th hunger games!"
I was officially, a tribute.
My worst nightmare, just came true.
