Just a one-shot :) I was BORED OKAY?!
The Hunger Games belongs to Suzanne Collins, not me.
I was freezing.
The rain was hard and freezing cold. I couldn't even see because of the rain. I decided to get a move-on. I couldn't let Fren get to me. One more tribute dead, and I get to go home. Back to District 7. I quietly chuckled to myself. I tricked those foolish Careers into thinking I was weak.
"So, are you scared of the Games?" Caesar laughed. I wiped my eyes, supposedly full of tears. "Yes, because, what if I don't make it? I'm especially scared of the mean Careers," I cried. Being 13 really looked like I meant it. "So, about your training score. A 3 is very low, isn't it?" Caesar asked. I nodded. "I'm not very skilled. I don't have any skills useful," I replied shakily.
I pulled my hood over my head. I had my axe at the ready. I had to expect anything.
My ears were sensitive. I heard a branch crack to my left through the pouring rain. I turned and saw Fren Jourd from 4 with a sword ready. I smiled, my brown eyes glistening. "So, Fren, it all comes down to this."
He smirked. "Sorry, 7, I guess a family will be crying tonight," he said. He lunged and I deflected. He punched me, and my axe flew. I fell on the ground. I scrambled to my feet and ran for my axe. I grabbed it and threw it at him. It buried itself in his neck, and eventually, his head fell off. I gasped. I jumped up and down, my head filled with joy.
I won. I won the Hunger Games.
But my heart is filled with guilt for those eight people I killed. Actually, rephrase that. Nine people I killed. I buried my head in my hands and cried. The rain cleared up and the sun shone. I heard the faint hum of the hovercraft. I stood up and wiped my tears.
I am brave. I am strong. I am Johanna Mason, from District 7. First female victor from my district.
