It’s here. It feels like I’ve been waiting for an eternity. I don’t know if I’ll ever see my family again, ever. In the Hunger Games, there can only be one winner. I was dreading it since first grade. We learned that twenty-four of us would be selected to compete, and die in the most gruesome ways imaginable. But this year, they are allowing you take one item with you-and it’s not allowed to be lethal. I’m taking my pet greyhound, Sleekpelt. Well, he isn’t real, he’s just a toy, but I still remember the sheer joy of getting him on Christmas Eve.

We’re lining up to be selected-I don’t think I’ll ever see my mum again, or my dad. I hoped I’m not selected. I was practically praying to god now. “-and Anna, will be selected to compete!” Boomed the commentator. And there I was, fighting for my life, with Sleekpelt, my toy greyhound. Sleekpelt gave me the energy to keep going, _to keep pushing. _

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_Ive done it. Ive won._