This story is in tribute to a good friend, Silver

I woke up like I do everyday of the week, I shower, brush my teeth and get everything prepared for my brother and his day at school. Today was "Selection day". One boy or girl is picked and sent to the cage. I'm now the head of the O'Shea family, me and my younger brother are all that's left. Our father was killed in a factory accident and our mother killed herself. So it's just Patrick and I, we survive and that's what matters. "Alright Patrick, time to head out." I say to him as I hand clothes to him. "Can I please stay home?" He asks in a groggy tone and I slightly shake my head. "Sorry Patrick, I can't let you, not today." I say to him as I throw a plain white shirt on and he slowly does the same. Sad thing is, no one wan't this to happen, I don't even think the U.S. want's this to happen anymore. Let me explain; About fifteen years ago there was a war between Canada and the U.S. it was over some territory and resources. Our Grandpa was a commander in the war but was assassinated, at least he died a hero. "Ready to go Patrick?" I ruffle my brothers hair as we walk out the front door and head towards the town square. I drop by the butchers and place an order for half a pig, handing him the money. "You sure you'll need this?" He asks me and I lightly chuckle at his comment. "Yeah, if I don't come back my brother will be at his friends house, and If I never come back. Look out for him okay? I'm asking as a family friend." He smiles and sets his cleaver down and walks over to the counter. "Anything for you Peter, just come back and spend some time with us, Alexandra misses you. I remember when you two were little." I smile and hand him my money. "Well take care James, I'll hopefully be back tonight to pick this up." I shook his hand and left, hoping not to make anymore detours."Hey! Peter wait up!" I turn around and see my good friend Jaxon. He gives me a high-five before he says anything else. "How's your father doing?" I asked him, his gather is an older man with black hair that's slowly becoming grey. He's a nice man and always was there when our family needed us most. I'm glad to have him as my god father. "Still fighting, that's for sure." Jax said trying not to laugh. "Yeah, that happens when you live here. I'm guessing he was sick last week because he wasn't in the factory." Jax nodded to my question and we soon got in line. The Mayor walked up to a microphone that was on a stage in the middle of the square. "As everyone knows it's that time of year, please welcome the U.S. president James Paterson!" The crowd is clapping, but not exited at all. "We'd normally have a champion of your sector come and say a few words, but no one from here was won, so let's get right to it!" He say's grinning, walking over to a jar of paper with names written on each slip. He grabs a random slip from the bottom of the jar. "Will, Kathryn Farthorn please step forward?" A bunch of people look at a girl that I'm assuming is Kathryn. "Wait!" I call out grabbing the attention of everyone including the president, "I'll take her place!" I step out of the crowd impressing everyone. "The first volunteer from sector nine, you're making history young man." The president says as I retort. "I'm also saving a woman from an early death, so I'll gladly take her place!" I start walking towards the stage