"Hey! Maryn!" called my friend David from behind me. I turn around in the bustling courtyard to see him standing there. His green emerald eyes and messy brown hair that always got the worst knots made me smile every time I saw him. He always wore the same dirty blue button up shirt and jeans that went with his freckles so well. But this time I saw him I only wanted to turn around and act like I had never heard him.

His face told me everything.

It was starting again, Like it did every 10 years.
The Signing. Little was known about the Signing other than the people who Sign are almost always killed. Accept for one person from every country in the world. This one person gets The Prize. No one knows what The Prize is other than you get to survive the Going. We are told that The Prize is something everyone in the world would want to die for, just to know what it is.

David is looking at me and I know what is about to happen. David is going to tell me that he is going to Sign.