Hunger Games is finally here. It's something that I've been dreading since I was in first grade when I finally understood that it wasn't actually a game. At least not a game to those that are participating. It's only a game for those observing as they have nothing better to do with their lives or with their time but to find enjoyment in the pain and suffering of others.

This year, however, they're letting us bring something with us as long as it's not lethal in any way. I put a lot of thought into this in case I was going to be one of the chosen ones. I'm taking Oreo--my black and white dog which also happens to be a stuffed animal. Oreo was one of the only presents that I ever received as a child. Money was scarce so it wasn't until our rich, selfish uncle came to visit one day bring one gift each for the kids. He himself had purebread dogs that cost an obsene amount of money, and he doesn't even spend time with them. He pays more money to have their own nanny watch after them. While I don't care for the person that gave me Oreo, I do care selflessly and in non-judgement for Oreo. He can't help where he came from and neither can I. Even though I'm one of the poor ones that risks being selected for the Hunger Games, I wouldn't change a thing as I know the sacrifices my parents have made for me, and I know love because of them. They are the reason that I'm able to return the love for Oreo.

Day of is here and I've never heard so much quiet in the city. It's selection day. It's the day that children get ripped away from their families--most likely forever. There's a chance that I'll be one of those children. And it turns out that it is so. I've been selected, which means Oreo has also been selected. I'm used to protecting him, but maybe this one, just this once, he'll protect me now when I need him most. We shall see. It doesn't take long for my family to find out that I am not one of the survivors. It is not long into the games that I would be killed in one of the most gruesome ways imaginable and for the pleasure of the rest of the world. Luckily, Oreo survives with only some splashes of my blood on his white fur staining him forever. However, the rest of the world continues to go unstained by my death as the games continue year after year.