Angus Weavers - District 5 - Health/100/ Hunger/100/ Thirst/100/
Jessy was counting on me to win. I was counting on me not winning, but I had to win for her, for Harvey, and especially for my mother, who was alone without me. I was dressed and wanting for it to be all over. I hate the games; it’s all just a big show for the snobby Capitol people, and this year I was a part of it. I was crying inside, grinning on the outside, and maintaining a positive air, acting like the games are all a joke.
I won’t kill. I won’t win. I will die very soon. Jessy will cry. Other people will cry for me too, and I will be dead, dead, dead. Gone. Bright lights hit my eyes as I was elevated into the arena and grinned. Just keep smiling. People will sponsor you...hopefully...
I waited for the minute, eyeing the cornucopia, knowing I would die instantly if I were to venture close to it and the mound of treasures inside. Scattered around were items of lesser value, but still priceless to me. I spied a back-pack, a plastic sheet, a small bag of dried fruit, and a flat edged knife all surrounding me.
BONG! I hooked my hand on all of the items around me. I staggered upright, holding the precious good just in time to see a blade slice open my upper leg. Blood trickled down my leg, soaking my sock as I staggered off the field, into the rest of the arena, to my certain death. I reminded myself to smile.
I cut into the edge of the trees, avoiding the center of the forest where I had seen a lethal looking girl enter a few minutes ago. Sorting my pack as I moved forward, I found some useful items, enough to live on for a little while. I jogged lopsidedly towards the mountain base, attempting to staunch to flow of blood seeping from my leg, aware that somebody was trying to kill me, but I was going to keep grinning.
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