This story is based on the Hunger Games This is my first night in the arena. I am from District 14 and I volunteered for my mother. Although I was named after the Iris flower, I do not act like one. I hunt animals, kill bad people, and so much more. I only volunteered to protect my mother. I didn't want to do it, but it was for my family. To the right of me, I see the male tribute from my district, Peter. I'll bet he'll be the first one dead! I mean seriously, he's never used a weapon before, he cooks - he will not survive, and I know it. the 10 second countdown began. The tiger pin on my arm meant good luck. "I hope it means good luck" I think, for some people just don't have that kind of luck. When the countdown got to 5, I tried to spot a bow and a sash of arrows. And there it was, waiting on a metal table for me. When it got to 1, I rushed to the weapon. There will be a Chapter 2 so stay tuned!
