I remember watching the reaping, our Capitol representative stepping up and calling out the girl's name. The girl, a strong 16-17 year old, steps up silently and without fear. This is new. All the District 10 girls have either cried or at least looked shocked. I wait, dread-filled, for the boy's name. I'm in seven times, one for me, one for tesserae for my mum, dad, three younger brothers and two younger sisters. It's only my first Reaping, but it doesn't stop me feeling the same dread I did watching my older cousins, Dilly and Richie, in the Reaping in years gone by. Richie's too old now to get reaped, so he is watching me, the other kids, all of us, on the big screens outside. I felt ill for a long, long time after Dilly got reaped. I visit him every day. Tears well in my eyes thinking about it, poor, poor Dilly. Our representative is gabbling something. Would Denver Skysharp please make his way up here? I can't hear properly. People are nudging me and poking me. I crumple down and collapse. I black out.
Now I'm walking up the steps, and I, quite simply, am terrified. I remembered the years gone by, the girls and boys who had fallen from our district, felled like trees by the Career pack, or worse, muttations. I know I won't last long. I shake hands blankly with the girl, someone I have never met before. She smiles at me, in a way that's either 'I'm gonna eat you the moment I get the chance' or 'Don't worry, I'll look after you, you'll be safe'. I seriously hope it's the latter. We get frog-marched into the door and it swings shut behind us.

###Later###

I'm in the Hunger Games. Help me dear god. 60 seconds before either death or, well, death. It's all over. 3…. 2… 1… I'm done for. I see the bigger Careers running towards the cornucopia to kill all that stands in their way. My feet are glued to the spot. A girl with more knives in her pockets than I have teeth in my mouth spots me and runs towards me. BAM! She knocks into me and pushes me off my pedestal. She takes a long, sharp knife, the sun reflecting in the knife bouncing off her eyes. She reaches upwards, gathers her strength and… It's all over, I failed. I'm only 11, only a foolish, dumb, 11 year old boy. I never had a chance.

My name was Denver Skysharp, I was 11, I was from District 10, and this is my story.