Why did it have to be that day again? That day when we send off two of our friends to be killed for sport, for something our ancestors did. If they knew the price it would cost to fail, I'm sure they would never have risen up against The Capitol. I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling, wishing this day didn't have to come every year.
A good ten minutes passed until my mother poked her head in from behind the door. "Come on, Tyler. This is your last year, they've not picked you yet, so I'm sure they won't pick you now. Now, up and at 'em." My mom always found light at the end of any tunnel. I'm from District 4, and we're what you would call a "career" district. I, personally, never intended to ever go in the games, so I never attended the career academy. I've spent my life on the sea, working with my father and brothers on the fishing boat. Fishing was the Vector way of life. Everyone in our family fished at one point, even my mother. All of my brothers, who're to