Time was moving ever so slowly, one can say it was almost painful. She took a light breath, her hands by her side, and her feet nervously shuffling in and out. Out of all the murmurs and worried faces, the sand beneath her twisting feet was all she noticed. It was time.
There was a silent and grave pause. As she took a non hesitated step forward, the crowd erupted with applause. Her face displayed no hint of emotion. It was as if her body wasn't hers, and that her steps were being taken by another. It wasn't until she reached the stage and faced her fellow district for it to truly sink in.
She shook the colorful man's hand with as much grace as she could. Her knees began to buckle slightly. Next was the male's drawing. Abner Kruschev. Except this boy boldly volunteered. A large roar overcame the area, similar to the sound of waves crashing in the palisades. Abner walked onto stage. His steps were full of confidence as he held his head high. He shook the colorful man's ha