The hunger Games
I'm in the tube, the glass tube. It feels sickening now, I'm going, going up into daylight, fighting and eventual death. No hope, only three on my training score, no skill, district 6. I mean, no one ever watches the district six tributes. They always suck. I mean, my district is transportation, how is that going to help me? No one, ever, from district six usually wins, we have next to no skill. You'd have thought I would have made a tactic, where to go, what to do, am I running for the cornucopia? Nothing, although I could join Mercy, the girl entered from our district. Not that she'd be much help. She only got two on her training score; it'd be more for just company until we die. I hope it's over quick; the careers bash my head in before I can even think about anything. My name is kernask by the way, what a name aye? I didn't go into the boring train ride and talks on the chat shows simply because nobody cared about us. You'd be bored to death. Quickly, I thought, tactic, tactic. I was almost out of time, how am I going to play this? After all, it is just a game. Everything span through my mind at once. Sweat built up but I wiped it away, my knees shook. I'm stuck. Although, yes! I have a plan. Where's the one thing I'm aloud to bring in? Where is it? After thorough checking, I finally found it. The stupid nail I'd picked up back at home, it meant nothing to me. The tube started lifting slowly but soon quickened. I reached the surface and stood, knowing that if I stepped of the mines would blow me sky high. But I had a plan. Tick, tick, tick. Fifty three, fifty two. As I counted down the seconds along with the timer I noticed everyone was ready to run, grab whatever they could get their hands onto. Forty two, forty one. Pulling the nail out from my grubby trouser pocket I role it around in my hands for a couple of seconds. Thirty five, thirty four. Looking once again, I spot the career tributes not too far off. Twenty eight, twenty seven. Should I aim for them? Twenty, nineteen. Or a different person? Twelve, eleven. They are the biggest threat. Seven, six. Yes, I'm ready.