you walked up those steps upstage, peacekeepers behind you as you were led next to the capitol escort Effie, a big grin on her face as she reached into the bowl of names to pick a male tribute.

your eyes scanned the crowd as you processed. You’ve been reaped for the 74th hunger games. Your eyes land on Gale, your childhood best friend. Who was glaring at the stage. Effie declared the name of the male tribute

gale’s arm shot up.

“I volunteer as tribute.” he said, determined.