Once I got reaped I kinda knew that I would die. I'm not a winner, I'm Finch. I'm a tiny girl who doesn't even get enough food for a day. It's a sad life.
I'm going up on the stage and the only thing I can remember from there is the boy tributes from my district walking up on the stage.
A couple of days after I'm standing in a cold, little room with my stylist, she's fixing with my hair in the last minute. She's so close to me that I can hear her heart beat, then when she's just about to say something a voice from nowhere is telling us that it's 30 seconds to launch, I'm hugging her quickly as I'm slowly walking in to the elevator and steps in. I don't even hear the voice when I'm rising to the arena.
First I'm blended by the light, as the others. But then I can see the arena clear, as I see the cornucopia I know what to do. Beside me I got the girl from district 12 and my district partner from 5.
Then Claudius Templesmith starts speaking from nowhere. "Let the 74th Hunger Games begin, may the odds be ever in your favor." And then the counter starts counting down from 60. I'm trying to figure out a strategy, but it's not easy. 10, 9, 8, lots of thoughts is in my mind right now, 7, 6, 5, pick a bag? 4, 3, run? 2, 1, and the sound of a gong releases us. I decide to run.