Through the tribute eyes: The 74th Hunger Games
I knew i didn't stand much chance of winning the games, I didn't stand out at the ceremony, or during my interview, my stylists were awful, the only positive was my mentor. The only kind person i'd met during this whole experience. The other boy from district 3 distanced himself from me right away. he had a plan this entire time i'm sure of it. I was very average during the training also. I don't have many skills except for electronics, gadgets that sort of thing, maybe there'll be something I can work with like one of the wires Beetee invented that would be useful. I was good at the knot tying, edible food, all the things you need logic for, but anything involving a weapon I was useless. Weak.
The glass tube took me up as I waved to my stylist - the last time I would see him i'm sure of it. It takes about 60 seconds to get to the top. 60 seconds to work on my plan. If people forgot about me, maybe i'd be largely ignored. If I can get my hands on something at the cornucopia..something I can use anyway and dissapear into hiding maybe I can be a dark horse.
The tube pushes through the ground and I look around, it seems to be a jungle..or a forest in front of me, there's a lake nearby and off another side is something I can't see, for all I know there's nothing there just a very long fall..no I won't be going there I can't take risks like that.
I glance about for anything useful and there's nothing I spot I could work with, no gadgets or electricals, no wire, no tazer. All I can hope for is there's something in one of the backpacks, and that's what I go for, I set my feet in the direction of the nearest backpack. Unfortunatley i'm not the fastest runner but I have to go for it and unfortunatley its about 50 meters away from me but that's the nearest one, any of the others and i'll be dead in the heart of the cornucopia.
The gong sounds out and i'm a couple of seconds behind already thinking about what to go for, I spring, harder than i've ever sprinted in my life towards the backpack that could keep me alive, i'm 20 meters..10 meters...i've reached it! I've reached the backpack! All of a sudden there's a sharp pain in my side and there's the boy from district 2 - Cato. I look down and he's withdrawing a sword from my body, I collapse on the floor as my life flashes before my eyes and I realise how little i've done with my life and my last thought as Cato plunges his sword through my heart is how average my life is.
District 3 Girl