Rue Decker
The District 11 children all gathered in groups depending on age, holding their breath nervously as the escort, a tall man with shaggy black hair and vivid blue eyes, walked onto the stage. "Hello District Eleven, and welcome to the Seventy-Fourth. Hunger. Games!" The crowd gave an unenthustiastic cheer, as the man cleared his throat. "Now.."
Somewhere in the crowd of 12 year olds, stood a small Rue Decker, a grass necklace around her neck, with a wooden star charm attachted. She glanced around nervously at the other 12 year olds, exchanging worried glances. Even if she was twelve, her name was entered ten times. Being the oldest of her siblings, it was her job to look after them. She didn't even hear the escort as he read out the speech. It was her first year. She was too nervous.
"Ladies first!" he yelled in his high pitched Capitol accent. He pulled a slip from the orb and trotted back to the microphone.
"Rue Decker."
Stunned, Rue made her way to the stage, too shocked to cry. She heard the disapproval of a 12 year old being picked ruffle through the crowd, and the wails of her siblings in protest. Yet when the escort asked for volunteers, the crowd was silent.
Rye didn't even notice the man call out the male, but a boy made his way to the stage, and the two were escorted away from District 11, to their inevitable doom.