The First Hunger Games

The Hunger Games

War. It's over now, well at least that's what I thought. The hunger games- wow. It's a new thing the capitol invented to torture us. KIDS. Well- at least it's not going to be me- as if I would be that unlucky.
'Cassius Heath' She said, these words shivered down my spine as fast as a cheetah.
"Shit" I shouted, me- I wasn't going to survive, what would they do to my family, what would they do to my friends.
I walk up to the stadium of death trying to face the fact in a couple of week I would face my inanimate death. I know it's not a joke. And if it is- it's sick.
Time flashes between my eyes. Now all I see is me standing on my podium.
"Well, shit" I muttered this to myself. I might kill someone- or worse, I might die. That's it, I need to kill.
First thing I noticed is that it sunny, very sunny. The old amphitheater is, well old
The gong sounded.
I ran forward to go and get a sword. I knew no-one else would. I would rather win the hunger games then get killed. Right?
Everyone else stood around me. Dazed. Uncertain on whether we were actually moving or not. I didn't know what to do, do I kill someone and get insterests in people, or do I stay quite and get killed.