my own hunger games

"3 2 1!!"a voice booms from the sky. I see everyone run towards the cornucopia so I do too. I rush past several other tributes to get to a stash of supplies hidden in the outer part of the field. I run into the forest and try to adjust to the heat of the arena. I climb a tree and open the maroon backpack I now carry on my back. I find wire, a jacket , water bottles, quite a bit of food, and a machete. later that day the cannons start to fire one by one they eventually equal up to 9. nothing else happens that night so I watch the anthem and find out who the 9 unlucky victims of the bloodbath were.

1.Cheryl from 12

2.Cyrus from 6

3.Zane from 12

4.Austen from 8

5.Charles from 3

6.Fatima from 10

7.Pilate from 8

8.Mullock from 4

9.Aqua from 7

no, not Aqua, she can't be dead, we agreed in the training center that if we both got out of the Bloodbath we would team up.well, that's not happening now.I wake up the next morning to the sound of birds singing and squirrels scampering up and down the trees. I jump from the fragile branches of the tree and try to find a more remote place to camp. I make it to a river.definitely not remote. I wash my face removing the sweat that yesterdays weather brought. then I see something.oh no! the career pack! I get up and grab my machete ready for the worst. they run for me and so I run too not toward them but away from them. I'm not dying on the 2nd day in the arena. I run and run then I jump into a patch of tall grass.I wait to hear their footsteps pass me , they never do. I must have not been worth the waste of energy. I hop out of the grass and dash for a tree nearly hidden by the larger trees around it.I climb the rough bark hoping for a comfy branch near the top. I lay down and eventually fall asleep.Andrea, you are a winner, a winner, district 5 will have yet another winner.

I wake up later that day waiting to see the deaths that today brought, no one has died today.that's good in a way I hate death, fear it even, death scares me because its how I lost my mother and my brother, Ostro. I feel my face burning, then I let my tears fly down my face."I miss you guys."I whisper into the cold night air. I go to gather berries for my dinner, I soon have a pile of a variety of berries.blueberries and mulberries are what make up most of my dinner, the other berries I have no name for are sweet and juicy and taste a bit like oranges.I hear nights terrors running through the forest, looking for food I'm guessing.I wait for the sun to rise and then hear the birds chirp like everyday. I try to remember how many members if the career pack there are this year, lets see, there's both from 1, 2, and 3.six in all this year that will be a bit of a challenge this year.suddenly a cannon fires, I see the body being lifted into the cloudy sky, Laney ,the girl from 4. I keep walking looking for a water source of some kind. I get very tired after walking for about two hours, so I rest on a nearby stump. I hear a branch snap I look up seeing a tracker jacker nest falling towards me. I run for my life after watching glimmers death on live TV I know what they can do. I run but they swarm me, and it starts to feel unreal I never thought I would die like this.then I don't feel hard ground under the next step I take, I fall down into cold ,clear water! the tracker jackers instantly die as water flood their tiny lungs. I get to the surface and swim to shore then I see muttations of tiny mice with fur that brings on a ghastly smell, then I see talking trees which later morph into chocolate waterfalls, then everything goes blank. I wake up to a girl waving a dagger in my face. I grab her hand and bend it back. its her, the girl who dropped the nest. I can tell because of her neck it still has a stinger stuck inside of it. she screams and I let go, I don't know why I just do. but then I reach for her dagger I pierce her stomach with it. i twist and turn it as the knife handle becomes a magnificent scarlet color. she screams and I push it deeper in her stomach."you could have killed me" I say so angrily my eyes start to sting,"so now its my turn". then I get up and leave. I hear the cannon, its hers. a wicked smile grows upon my face she was my first kill, someone who actually deserved it. I climb a tree and get ready for the anthem.