74th Hunger Games, I'm Foxface
My heart races faster as the glass wraps around me and I see Ebelia cut off by the glass tube; I'm glad to see the back of her. That would be the one bad thing of being a victor, you have to see your ditzy and annoying stylists all over again. Ugh. I start to psyche myself up, the first few minutes of the games are vital.
I plan to run diagonally, grab one of the goodies a bit further from the cornucopia, not a weapon, a bag or something small, they sometimes have utensils and devices for collecting food. They always have bag packs. Running delayed and a few seconds after gong in a straight line will cut behind other tributes, possibly confusing others. I will collect some goodies and plunge into safety – well not safety, but at least I'd be away from the manic masacre.
I suddenly realise I'm rising up and its getting dark in the tube. These next few seconds decide if I die or survive for a few more hours to get settled down. Deciding to stop thinking about death, which is not a nice subject, I start to stare into the glass ,it's so clear and brand new, like everything in the Capitol and I notice my hair in a faint reflection. Almost thinking of messing up my hair to annoy the stylists I dismiss the thought, for some bizarre reason the Capitol like to see people looking glamorous when they're dying and it might gain me sponsors.
The circle of light travels towards me and engulfs me in a blanket of white while my eyes struggle to adjust, I struggle to see for a while but green colours swirl into vision and I gradually see in front of me what could be my grave yard. Its a large grassy area surrounded by trees with a section to my left I see no trees but a drop, maybe a hill. Looking behind me I notice a smallish lake, and then there are the tributes, its crazy to think 95% of them will be dead in a few weeks. I just hope one of them isn't me, or grandma will die alone. So I plan out exactly were I will run, I'm quite lucky because it's mostly in the direction of the higher number districts, I see the small girl from District 11, Rue. Gosh, the girl's tiny. But The direction's cutting in front of one of the District 4 Careers, Grace. She's dangerous and, yes I admit, scary but I should she should be weaponless when I run past her unless she can run like the Capitol's trains.
I finally get in the position to run when the creepy voice is at the number 10. It seems like a century before the noise of the Gong echoes around my ears.
I'm off.
