Nic sat in the crowd, grimly staring ahead. his brother was 12 this year, and had his name in there once. Nic was in there 5 times, just for his brother ang Girlfirend, Jag. "Pal, you will not be picked." he waited, and hoped that Jag wouldn't get picked either. he had his fingers crossed for both of them, and his watch felt cold against his skin. "please, not anyone I love. that's too much for Pal to handle. both mom and dad, dead, and Pal and I are the only survivors of our family." he whispered those last few words, and silent tears flowed. "not anyone I love."