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My hooves make satisfying clicks as we trot towards the square. Usually, I walk here to only hear that sound, but today, I'm walking to my certain doom. Sure, there is a chance that we don't get picked, but there is a chance we DO. I've always hated the newly-implemented team system, but we can't rebel. We can't risk it. Sun Shine writes all of our names on a team list, then names our team "Blue". Who cares what our team is called as long as we die, right? We shuffle into the square and Short time, the events master, picks a team to go into the arena, It's not fair, but who cares?

"Hello, District 6" Fake smiles. Fake applauses. " I am Short Time," We know, and don't care" And I will be selecting the team for the Hunger Games!" More cheers" And this years team is...." No,no,no,no. Not us, not us, not us.

" Blue?" He sounds confused, and he has so much makeup on that it looks hilarious when he scrunches his nose. A laugh bubbles in my throat. I see my brother crying, but he makes no move to volunteer.Betrayal is the first thing I feel. We walk towards the stage, people cheering us on. Tears dot Star's face. I start thinking about the moment I spear a pony through the neck. I should've become a serial killer. The thought is so ridiculous I snort. Short Time and a few soldiers give me looks. They lead us to the train. We don't get to say goodbye. We don't have a mentor to guide us. We will be dumped into the arena after three days.

Star keeps crying. " Come on, Star, we might win," says Sun Shine.

"Win? WIN!? Listen to yourself! We can't win! I'll be the first to die, and you ALL know it! We didn't even get to say goodbye, and your talking about winning?"

I can't help but agree with her. We all know we will die, and no one will remember us. We will be stabbed.Of course, there IS a chance that we could win. We might actually do this. The capitol stamped out all training, no rich districts, an even playing field. We might win. Someone is crying onto my cheeks. damn, star, your going too far with the tears

"M-moon? a-are you ok?"Am I crying?"I bring a wing up to wipe my muzzle and my feathers come back wet. Oh well.

" Hello, girls!" We jump as short Time happily bubbles. "Oh! You lot are simply gorgeous! Don't worry, we will have you all ready for the capitol before you know it! The capitol's bits of plastic are sickening. They will celebrate our blood being spilled. They will cheer in their solid marble homes, eating as much as they want. I can't wait. But then I remember my brother's face, and my anger returns. He betrayed me. He didn't even care. When I get home, i'm going to kill him. despite my tears, I smile. I WILL go home. May the odds be ever in our favor.