Snippet #2041190

Damon stood among the crowd, listening to the film that was playing, but not really paying attention. He didn't like these neat cloths, it made him feel uncomfortable. He didn't know anyway why he would dress up this neat for a stupid, sick little game. This was just horrible. How could they ever make such a game, only for their entertainment of course, but still, it made him feel sick to think about it. It was horrible, and he hated it. He just hoped his sister wouldn't get picked for the Games, he really hoped that wouldn't happen, but he had no idea he would be chosen too.

He raised his head as the woman started to speak. This caught his fullest attention. ''As tradition, ladies first,'' the woman declared and walked to the bowl with the name of the girls. She fished around in the bowl, seeming to look for a special kind of stroke of paper, instead of just taking one out and giving the name. The fished one stroke of paper out and walked back to the microphone. He felt nervous and sick.

''And, the female tribute for District 9 is,'' the woman paused for a few seconds, looking over the girls, locking eyes with them all it seemed. As every year, but still, it made him feel a bit sick. He knew Catly would be silently waiting until she could go, and so was he. ''Catly Cortam!'' the woman continued and locked eyes with Catly. Damon's eyes widened with fear and horror as he looked over at Catly. Tears seemed in his eyes.

His sister made her way up onto the stage and when the woman asked if she wanted to say anything, she just simply shook her head. He locked eyes with her, showing his fear for her. Then, he looked back at the woman. ''And now, for the boys,'' the woman said. Damon looked down, trying to hide his tears and fear for his sister. Now he knew, he was all alone, he would never see her again, never.

The woman fished through the bowl, the picked out a stroke and walked back to the microphone. Damon looked up at the woman full of hatred. ''And, the male tribute for district nine is,'' she paused again and looked over at the boys and him, locking eyes with every single boy it seemed. He looked down, wanting to avoid her gaze. ''Damon Cortam!'' Damon froze, and grew pale. This must have been a mistake, but as it sank in, he realized, he would be against his sister in The Hunger Games. He looked up and made his way towards the stage. ''Something to say?'' the woman asked him. Damon looked at his sister and simply shook his head. The woman nodded. ''Shake hands,'' she said and Catly and Damon did so. ''A big applause for the two tributes!'' the woman said and Catly and Damon looked over at the crowd who was clapping their hands, but most out of fear.