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Rollie stood in the square, wondering who the unlucky victims would be this year. The lady up on the stage (Rollie didn't pay attention to her name), walked over to the girl's ball. She fished around in the ball, searching for the piece of paper that would send a innocent girl to her doom. "Don't be me." she whispered. "Don't be me." the woman walked over to the podium. She smoothed the piece of paper, took a breath, and said, "Rollie......" It doesn't have to be me, Rollie thought, Rollie's a common district name. Please don't let it be me. "Evans!" The woman finished. Rollie felt like she was in a trance. Someone pushed her, their hands guiding her up to the stage. When she got up there, the woman, whom Rollie decided she despised, asked for voulenteers. There weren't any. No one in her family except herself had a chance to be drawn, and her only friend had been in the Games last year, and wouldn't have voulenteered anyway. The boy was called, but she didn't hear his name. They were finally escorted into the crumbling Justice Building. Rollie waited for her family to arrive. She didn't want to cry.