75th Annual Hunger Games, and James P was ready to weep. One month. One month and he would’ve cleared the age boundary for the reaping. One fickle month. And yet, with the ‘odds ever in his favour’ - it was his name that just had to be picked out of the jar by Pandora. And he had no one to volunteer for him - Sirius already had for Regulus ten years ago and won the games. James F. P was all alone. He hardly registered the females name being called as he trudged through the rows of men to the front, his heart set heavy in his chest. One blasted month.