I do not own The Hunger Games.
Chap 1
"Why me…why oh why me…" I said with a frightened sigh. I couldn't believe I was here right now, why I had to be chosen. Some of these people were my friends, but not anymore. This was life and death, how unlucky I'd always been. What made me think today would have been any different.
I stood there, every fiber of my body shaking, listening to the sound of hurried footsteps pass me and keep running. My heart was pounding, I swore that it was going to fly out of my chest any second. Just then I heard a whisper,
"Tibby…"
In that moment, my heart stopped all together, every piece of hair rising on my body. It was if my heart had stopped to be quiet, to hide, and not give a single hint as to where I was.
"Tibby!" the voice shouted this time; I knew I had no other choice but to run. I ran without being able to feel my legs moving, my lungs squeezing and sucking all the air humanly possible. I knew I couldn't stop because this was the Hunger Games, and whoever wanted me dead would surely get their wish if I stopped now.
About an hour went by, and I could feel the sweat dripping from my face. I decided it was safe to stop now, and sat down at a base of an old oak tree, trying to catch my breath. I reached into my bag that I set next to me and pulled out my canteen, drinking feverishly, but stopping before I could devour it all. Night was coming, and before I knew it the alarms would sound and reveal who had died today. I couldn't stand the thought so I decided to get up and keep walking, where I eventually found an abandoned campfire that had been burnt out long before today. I went over and started a new fire; sleeping here was the best it was going to get. Closing my eyes, I dreamed of a place much better than here.