I looked through the gap in the trees at the contestants that could be my downfall, or I'll be theirs, Either way the outcome won't be pretty.

To my left is a girl I went to school with, she is about a year or two younger than me, she has beautiful ginger hair and sky blue eyes.

I look down at her and and she is shaking.

Who is sick enough to make twelve year olds fight for their lives.

She is holding a yo-yo in her left hand.

She catches me looking at her out of the corner of her eye, when she looks up at me I notice there are silent tears rolling down her rosy red cheeks.

"Maya I'm scared" she cries and I feel like someone punched me in the gut.

To my right is a boy with fluffy brown curls he looks about fifteen or older, he's holding a champagne bottle.

I look into the middle of the arena and see all the resources stacked in bags and boxes, waiting, tempting anyone who is brave enough to run into the middle and grab them, when that siren goes off it's going to be a bloodbath in the middle.

I hear the chimes counting down to the siren.

I grip the stiletto heel tightly in my hand.

Only three chimes left.

What if I'm not as smart as the others.

Two chimes.

I can't kill a bunch of innocent people.

One last chime.

It's now or never.

Let the games begin.