I’m screaming. I’m crying. I can’t take it anymore. I’ve had so many terrible nightmares. I just can’t believe this was really happening. It was tomorrow. The day I couldn’t avoid. The day I can’t keep my mind off of. I could just sense something bad was going to happen. Overthinking. I need to calm down. And so, I fell asleep.
I woke up to the sound of a lawnmower outside. Yes, cause those people can live life without stress and without worry. And I’m just here pacing in my room and still thinking of what could happen today. I got ready for school, and started walking the awful path to school. My name is Jana Aerba, and my school was hosting the first Hunger Games.
Apparently, the new dipshit president wanted to pick a school every year to participate in the Hunger Games. And in that school, they pick one class to beat each other to death. Just imagine, your friends and acquaintances, just trying to kill each other in these bloodthirsty festivities. What the heck. I couldn’t kill someone else, especially one of my friends. I can’t kill anyone in my class. You’ll always remember them and all the memories you had with that person. Then, comes the horrible thought that you were the one who ended their life. It’ll haunt you. I could just imagine the feeling.
It began. All the classes in 3rd grade up to 6th grade lined up outside. I saw everyone with grim faces. Some idiots were laughing about how they would beat everyone. ‘Just shut up. Stop. Nobody was asking for this. How would you freaking feel if your best friend killed you in there,’ I thought to myself. I can’t see how some people would be so ready and somewhat excited for this. You could die.
“Welcome to the first Hunger Games! We’ll be picking one class to fight to the death! How exciting,” some lady announced. “Well, here it goes.”
“And the class that’s going to take part in this years Hunger Games is... 6-K.”
There was a series of gasps and murmurs. I felt the eyes that were on us, everybody staring. People wondering who was going to win. I felt a shiver. All my nightmares were coming true. 6-K was my class.
