“Dear Poise,

You have been selected to participate in the Hunger Games. You can bring one—but only one non-lethal item.”

The letter reads. I quickly know what I must bring.

I bike out of my house, and to the bakery, where I order—a giant breadstick!

It is a breadstick of imagination,

A breadstick of hope,

A breadstick of survival,

And a breadstick of quenching unruly hunger.

Indeed this is what I shall bring,

To survive the deathly reign of the Hunger Games.