✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳ ☑COMPLETED✳✳✳✳✳☑COMPLETED ✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳✳ We all know what's coming and no one likes it. At this moment my heart should be pounding and my palms should be sweaty, but they're not. I simply want to know whose name she holds in her hands."Rue Olgilby!" She reads in a clear voice that rings out with finality.Five seconds, I command myself; you get five seconds to digest this.One... I'm going to the Hunger Games.Two... I'm so glad I wrote those notes.Three... What is my family going to do?Four... How do I tell them goodbye?Five... Take a deep breath, and just get on the stage.My thoughts don't show a resounding sense of fear. The only thing I feel is carefully balanced acceptance-at my impending death-and fight-to show everyone that, though I'm only twelve, I can still stay alive-until someone kills me. ©®™✓