Sophie woke to a cold sweat. She had another nightmare, the third one she had this week. She looked out the large window of the capitol building and saw the early sun's rays peeking through her window. As she got up, Sophie's mind flashed with the images of her nightmare, mainly containing thousands of ways she could possibly die in the upcoming games. At breakfast, she managed only to gnaw on a small loaf of bread. She was too nervous to eat anything else, and was worried that the Gamemakers would give her a bad score.
They called her name, "Sophie from District 7," and she nervously walked into the room. She picked up the International Arctic Warfare Police Sniper Rifle, loaded a magazine into it, and walked over to the shooting range. The target was about 300 yards away, at least for the sniper target. She laid on her stomach and propped the rifle on the ground while looking through the scope. The target came up so blurry, so it took Sophie a bit of adjusting of the lenses to get the shot lined up correctly. When she felt comfortable, she eased the trigger back and let the gun fire. The recoil was not as bad as it was in practice. When she scoped back on the target, she saw the bullet hole had cleanly passed through the center of the target.
Next, Sophie went to the rack and grabbed the m-60. She loaded the chain carefully in the chamber. She lugged the gun over to the 50 yard target and took a solid stance. She pulled the trigger but had to adjust her footing to deal with the recoil. Her arms were losing their grip on the gun, but just before she dropped the gun, it stopped. She looked down and quickly loaded another chain repeating the motions, and fired again. Once the second chain ended, the Gamemakers dismissed her and she left.
That evening, she was watching the TV screen, ignoring the adult chatter around her. Her face finally appeared onscreen along with a score next to her. "9." It was acceptable. She could have done better, but it was fine. She slowly slumped up to bed, and settled in for the night. Tomorrow was the big day, and she wanted to get a little bit of rest before the games. Just before she drifted off, she received a small, blank piece of paper. On the back, it instructed her to write her wish for the last right. Sophie had forgotten about it. What did she want? She decided to ask for a blank book and a pencil so she could record the games, slipped the piece of paper under the door, and went back to sleep.
She was under the arena. Launch was nearing so she nervously sipped on a bit of water. Her mentor handed her a small book and a pencil. 'Great!' she thought to herself. Her last right was approved. Sophie carefully slipped the book and pencil in her back pocket and prepared for launch. The metal platform rose up and she was blinded by a bright light. She looked around to inspect the other 23 tributes she would face off against. The horn sounded and the games began...
A/N: Well, this is the first chapter of what will hopefully be a good story. All credit to my friend and FanFiction writer PixelsShattered. If you like this, check out his work and I'll see you all hopefully in the next chapter.
~Dr. Derpington