I always knew I’d be reaped. I mean it was bound to happen someday -my chances were the highest they ever had been for someone my age. So why was I now in shock after Effie trinket read my name aloud? Why was I unable to move: in a state of shock so formidable that I’ve never felt before?

(Afew days later)

I spoke to my mentor today, haymitch was his name . With him, I have no luck of surviving, he’d be alright if it wasn’t for the damn alcohol he drank every hour of the day. He had no faith in me: I mean who would? I’m so frail and malnourished that a fly could kill me if it wanted. I knew if I wanted to survive a day out there I had to be smart. There was a boy with me from my district, I went to school with him- awful brute though, he was tall and had a fair bit of muscle considering his background. He would pick on anyone smaller then him in the class which coincidentally was everyone. I wouldn’t be surprised if he killed me before I even got to the arena.

I repeated what I said twice to flickerman as he along with all of the imperious audience from the capitol stared at me in shock. I suppose the others thought out there tool to take with them, but I did, we just didn’t have the same way of thinking. You see I chose to take my necklace: a gold necklace with a bow and arrow detail at the bottom. I’d got it from my grandmother she said it would come in handy one day and she proved later to be right.

( in the arena)

My breath was laboured and blood poured out of my leg as I ran. The pain was agonising yet I ran faster then I ever have before. I quite literally ran for my life. My vision became blurry as I passed miles of trees, the mutts were quick on my feet but I managed to outrun them long enough for me to climb onto the cornocopia. Their barks bellowed at me when all of a sudden they were targeted at someone else. I had managed to catch my breath and looked behind me, as soon as I did though the boy from my district leaped at me pushing me down. We tossed and fought for control as the hounds still growled at us. He pushed my head down ready to kill me when I kicked him off me , startling him. I gave myself enough time to unclasp the necklace that was around my neck. He came to attack me again but I swiftly moved causing him to fall onto his back. I jumped onto him pinning his arms down. His knife tried to stab me but his arms were to weak to move out of my grip. I knew it was me or him- I was selfish and chose myself. I had no weapon other than my hands as it was stolen from me by a former tribute. It was just me and him left and someone had to go home. I didn’t go through all of this for nothing I thought. I clasped my necklace in my hand and forced it against his neck. His breath became heavy as he was struggling to escape. After he was weak enough I managed to push him to the floor. I was crying softly now- horrified at what I had just done yet relieved it was over. The sounds of the hounds eating him was something that I would never forget. The music rung in the sky and his picture illuminated above me. I fell to my knees: it was over, it was finally over. I realise now I was foolish to think it was all over, if I knew then what I know now I would’ve fed myself to the hounds. It would’ve been less painful; less agonising.