today was /the/ day. milo never remembered much about this day, except for the fact that he had to put on an /extra/ brave face for his siblings. as his father said. he couldn't be scared, not in front of them. they glanced towards the scared faces of his younger siblings. melody, martin, malachi, maximus, and...little morgan. barely able to talk. if he was scared, /they'd/ scared. so he wasn't. not when his siblings went into their designated groups based on age. not when the shiny, sparkly cat from the capitol dug their paw into the glass ball. not even when they called the first name. he wasn't scared. he was fine. he couldn't be scared. so he wasn't. then, they called the next name. he couldn't be scared. so he wasn't. not when it was his own name. he walked to the stage almost soundlessly, face blank. the capitol cat was speaking...saying...something. his eyes drifted towards the crowd, finding the faces of his family. they looked scared. .... so he wouldn't be.
