Snippet #2038791

Catly sighed deeply and opened her eyes. She hated this day, she just hated this day, no matter what, she just hated it. You couldn't love it. Today, 24 families would have to say goodbye to their beloved child and watch them go to eventually die until one victor remained. It was cruel, and she didn't like it, she hated it. She had no idea how many times her name was in the bowl, she didn't count, didn't care either really. Somewhere, deep inside her, she already knew she would have three days to watch, listen and practice before she would die in the 55th Annual Hunger Games. She knew she wouldn't stand a chance, of course not. Why would she if there were people who trained for this their entire life and volunteer?

Catly looked up at the lady standing on the podium, smiling like it was a special day. Well, actually it was a special day, but for 23 of the people from the twelve districts, this day would be their certain death sentence, and for one it would be a victory, only one of the 24 would return. She watched the film and sighed. She rolled her eyes, like they had to see that every single year. No one really cared.

The woman walked to the bowl for the girls. ''Ladies first,'' she said. Catly stayed silent, watching her fish out a stroke. On the stroke, would be a name, a name from district nine. The woman walked back and opened the stroke of paper, before clearly saying the name. ''Catly Cortam!''

Catly froze and grew pale. Her eyes widened. She had hoped to avoid it, to avoid to be a part of their sick game, but now she was a part of it. Slowly, she walked forward. The guards guided her to the stage. She walked with the woman to the middle.

''Something to say?'' the woman asked. Catly looked at the woman before looking over the crowd. She simply shook her head, still trying to come over the shock. She looked over the male crowd, waiting for her partner/enemy to come.