As soon as the gong rings I jump off of my plate and sprint towards a back pack I had my eyes on while I was waiting for the gong to ring. I grab it and run towards the woods until someone grabs the bag and pulls me to the ground. I look up to see a career tribute with a ax smiling down at me. He he tries to attack, but I block the attack with the back pack. The back pack splits open and every thing that was in it spills out in front of me. I see a water canteen in my lap, so I picked it up and threw it at him. As it bounces off his head I kick him in the groin. As he's embracing the pain, as punch right upside his head, nearly breaking my damn hand. I run and get a new back pack and the ax that he dropped, and bolt into the woods before the career tribute falls to the ground in pain. I run into the woods and I immediately fall down a hill hitting my head on a rock.
I remember being twelve years old. I just turned old enough to participate in the Hunger Games, and of course being from District 2, I was forced to train to compete in it. Everyday my dad took me into my back yard and made me do things from push ups, sit ups, pull ups, drills, hand to hand combat, and many other things that my dad wanted me to do in order to survive the Hunger Games. They have built an Academy for the careers to go and train, but my dad wanted to train me himself. I never thought that my dad loved me. I always thought that he used me to keep his reputation going. My dad was the first career tribute. He trained non stop and when he was eighteen he volunteered to participate in the 6th annual Hunger Games. I remember watching the Hunger Games with my dad in town square watching it on a giant screen. Our male tribute was a ruthless psychopath. He killed anyone who got in his way, and made fun of and killed slowly anyone who begged for mercy. And what he said after the games were over just left me shocked. He said, "That's who your gonna grow up as." With a big smile on his face like he couldn't wait for me to kill an innocent person. And from then on I just didn't know what to believe in anymore.
I wake up to the sound of the anthem. I look up to see the capitol's seal in the sky followed by the faces of the dead tributes. When it was all over a total of eleven tributes were gone. Both tributes from District 3, the girl from 5, both from 6, 7, and 8, and the boys from 10 and 12. I can't believe it's night time already, I've must of hit my head pretty hard. I walk for about ten yards until I find a cave I can rest in. I open up my back pack and dump every thing on the ground. I my heart jumps when I find a bottle of water. I unscrew the cap and try as best as I can to try and not drink it all. I also find some fruit wrapped in plastic, some crackers, beef jerky, and a knife, and a big one at that. I put every thing back and I lay up against the wall as my eye lids become heavy.
Ramona, I'm so sorry.