MY whole body tingled with excitement as the enclosed capsule raised me up to what would be the start of an amazing adventure. I heard the ticking begin, counting down “60, 59, 58…” There was a slight jolt as the capsule stopped and exposed me to this subtropical highland. A humid breeze sent tingles through my skin as I excitedly looked around at the wimps next to me. There was a large circle of capsules, equidistant from the large cornucopia ahead. I recognized a small red faced girl, Juanita Plumcat. She was quick and agile; I knew I had to take her out first.

A huge cornucopia sat in the middle of all the capsules where I noticed there to be a mountain of resources, like weapons, food, and most importantly; a fire starting kit. I formulated a plan within those 20 seconds remaining: I was going to sprint to the cornucopia and grab the bow and arrow. Anyone that tried to get to me would be shot. The clock rang “10, 9, 8…” I readied myself for the most important moment of my life. I was ready for this; everything I trained for, all the sweat and tears would be for this moment. “3, 2, and 1” I leaped out of my capsule and sprinted towards the cornucopia, determination in my eyes. I slid across the platform and onto the weapon stash, wear I grabbed the bow and set of 20 titanium arrows. A small boy was running up the side to me, I shot an arrow at him and bam, right in the stomach. Two more tried to reach me but I stopped them in their tracks. No one would get up to my platform.

ABOUT three quarters of the tributes ran off into the woods. 3 others were stunned, still on their capsules. I shot all three and went out to retrieve my arrows. 6, I had already killed six and I would kill more if I had to, to win the games. Sweat streamed down my forehead and my hair was painted across my face. Slowly I ran my hand through my hair and walked back over to the cornucopia. There was a back pack full of survival equipment like a fire starter, bottle of fresh water, rope, twine, and a knife. There was also a pack of throwing knives, and 3 spears. I placed the knives inside the survival pack and threw it across my back. With both the bow and spear in hand I began working my way up through the underbrush. A huge volcano burrowed its way into the sky ahead. I worked my way up to it, and decided to walk about 3 miles before setting up camp for the night. I finally reached 3 miles after a long and tiring hike up the tangles of vines and creepers. My heart was pounding; I set down my equipment, and brushed the sweat off my forehead. With a fire already started and a piece of rabbit meat (which I earlier cached) cooking on my spear I laid my back against a rock. I was ready to do anything to win these Games for my District, anything.  Let the Games begin.