The 275th Hunger Games

~The Games-Day Eleven~

North Cameron - District Nine

"I wonder who's in an alliance together," I say to Alora as we walk along. "Yeah. I also think Cami will be the one to die, she's pretty weak and pathetic," Alora says.

I frown at her. I don't think that's true or nice. But Alora's gotten meaner lately. I regret leaving Sydney and Serena more than ever now. I don't think I like Alora very much anymore, and I'm done with her crap. It's getting annoying. So I decide to tell her.

"You're not being very nice," I say. "Oh come on North! Everything I say isn't nice now! But just so you know, nice doesn't win you the Hunger Games!! Now chill out," Alora shoots back.

This is what happens every time I confront Alora about the mean things she says. I don't like being her ally at all. I need to come up with a plan. A plan to get me out alive. And I need to survive. I know I act tough, but I'm not the same on the inside.

Back home in 9, I have six little siblings and parents waiting for me to come back. My parents rely on me to take care of my siblings, my dad works a lot, so my mom has to do all the house work. I have to watch my siblings most of the time, and it's not easy when there's six, especially when there's a baby. I need to make it back. I'll do anything to make it back.

Alora and I continue walking.

"North, North, duck down," Alora whisper-shouts all of a sudden. I do as she says and we both duck down behind a large rock. We look out, and I see Jacklyn, Holly, Sky, Cove, and Cami all sitting together in a field. Alora smiles an evil, toothy grin.

"Jackpot," she says. "What do you mean?" I ask. "They're all together. Easier to kill. We know where they all are," Alora answers, still grinning.

"Alora, no. I'm not killing them. Only one person needs to die," I tell her. "North I obviously know that. We're only going to kill one person. Duh." Alora rolls her eyes. I realize I can't take this anymore. I'm done.

"You know what Alora? I'm sick of this. Bye. I'm leaving." I stand up and grab my knife and pack. I swing it over my shoulder and turn away.

"Fine. Bye." Alora says angrily to my back.

I walk away and eventually settle in a forest. I have a perfect view of both Alora and the other group. For the rest of the day, I make a plan.

Tomorrow morning, I'll try and wake up early, hopefully before Alora. I'll head to the big group and explain everything that has happened and tell them my plan. Hopefully they'll forgive me and be on board. I just hope it goes perfectly. It needs to if I'm going to survive. I guess we'll see how it goes tomorrow.