I have to keep running. If I don’t, who knows what will happen to me. I am way too weak. I’m in desperate need of water and food. I had some in the beginning, but ran out long ago. I saw a rabbit, I felt really bad, but how else was I supposed to get food? I readied an arrow when I heard, “Aw, we’re about to get another kill!” with yelps and screams of relief. It was the allied group. They started about in the beginning when they realized they all had a lot of kills and a lot of food. I look behind me and about fife-teen yards behind, there they were. I’m a pretty good runner, so I have been running for about 10 minutes. They are way more armed and prepared then me. I have a bow and arrows, a knife, a sword or two, and a carving knife I use for food. They have about fife-teen swords, a million knifes, and something I don’t know what it is. I run and run and by now, I am still running. I’m still running when… BAM! I hit a tree. My nose is now bleeding when I realize this tree is huge!!!! I love climbing trees so I climb all the way to the top. I find a branch I can sit on. I take my pack and take out my rope. I secure myself on the branch I am now using to keep myself alive. My nose is bleeding worse now. I take the rag out of my pack and even though it’s covered in muck, I hold it on my nose. I squeeze my nose to try and prevent the bleeding. Finally, it stops but by the time it has, the allied people who are soooo determined are right under me.
“Oh, you’re done now!!!” One of the girls say. She is really pretty and it has just dawned on me, she is really familiar. Her long brown hair, those light green eyes, that’s it!! She moved from my state to Atlanta! I knew I knew her from somewhere. Everyone else is screaming when I am just staring at this girl. We use to be best friends, how come all of a sudden she wants to kill me. Oh wait, the same reason as everyone else, they wanna make it out alive.
I’m readying an arrow now as one of the boys who looks to be about my age starts climbing the tree. There’s no way he can climb this. But I might be wrong, he’s half way up and I shoot an arrow at his hand.
“OW!!” and he falls down and lands on his back. I feel bad but I have to make it out of here alive. I ready another when I hear the faint words, “No, just wait them out.”
I look around and see a nearby tree with a face. I expect to turn around and see a girl just like from the book, The Hunger Games, but I really see him. The one guy I’d actually like to see. The one who isn’t trying to kill me right now. The guy who I hung out with all those years. The boy I came here with, Zack.
Chapter One
“Time to get up!” My mom reminds me, on yet another day on this “amazing” summer vacation. She has to go to work but I go to my grandma’s house. It’s actually fine because well I’m the only child living in this house with my mom. My big sister, Marissa, lives with her boyfriend. So, normally, it’s a good life at home, except when I have to get up at 5:30!!!!
I pull the covers over my head when “Jenna, you have to get up. I have to go, I cannot be late!! I’m going to do my make-up and you better be awake!!” Ugh. I don’t want to but if I say that she’ll kick my butt. So I get up, get my crutches, and deal with it. I go and feed my cat, give him water, put my clothes in a bag for my grandmas’ house and place my book inside also. I’m on crutches because I am having shin splints or whatever, were not sure but it’s not serious enough to take to the hospital. I lay on the couch and pull up a blanket over my cold skin. My skin is always cold. It always has been even when it 100 degrees outside, I’m the girl with jacket on when everyone else is in tank tops and basketball shorts. Yet, I’m as tan as a Mexican. I live in a small town, about 15 minutes away from my grandma’s house. I shut my eyes and a dream starts to form. My dreams have all been about one topic nowadays. Every night, every nap, every time I close my eyes my dream is the same. Me and my best guy friend, Zack, both get elected to compete the very first ever Hunger Games. They just randomly decide to do one, and ironically, I get the joy of being able to compete in it. But it doesn’t happen publicly. Some guy just comes to our house and tell use to do it. It was pretty weird.
