The hunger games in your eyes…
In order to read this you have to close your mind and imagine.
You stand there staring out at the big overgrown maze that lies ahead of you. You think you have lost all hope, you start shaking and you are so tempted to just run out and be blown to smithereens and just get it over with.
You just stand there until you hear the sound signalling for you to run. Everyone else is running and you feel an urge to just stand there until you hear a voice, there beside you, stands one of your dearest friends screaming for you to run,
forest
You run as hard as you can towards the hazy darkness of the forest and hide as best as you can you see many people being killed and you try to hold back the tears. You find a hole/cave and crawl into the damp mess and cry by yourself. You think of your mother your father and everyone you loved but that was all gone you knew you didn't have a chance and you just sat there for hours on end to scared to move…
Cornucopia
you run to the circle of kids when you stop, you hear screaming you look to the left and you see your old friend, you look to the right and you see who could have been your friend, you look in front of you and it is your dearest friend, then the pain stops you feel nothing when the knife carves into your back. Nearly none of the people reading this would volunteer for their sister or be able to cope with all of the killing. I wouldn't be able to.
