Hermione trekked through the rough trees, looking around, aware of her surroundings. Hermione Granger, fourteen, was a district two, career tribute. She was probably one of the only teens who didn't want to go into the hunger games. Yet somehow, things never seemed to go her way.
"At least I have a backpack" She thought to herself, looking at the grey rucksack hung on her shoulder.
She had already checked what was in it: a flask, a wand, some food and some rope. She had put the wand in her pocket and put the rope in her belt, for safe keeping.
She longed to find Ron, her partner. She wondered whether he survived the blood bath. She imagined him, lying, sprawled across the landscape, his dead eyes fixed in one position until the capitol took his limp body away. A tear rolled down her cheek. If only she had the courage to call for him.
She heard calls and laughter from the left of her, where a clump of trees surrounded a lake. It was the other careers. She didn't know what to do at first. She was district two, so she would make a good ally for them, but what if they rejected her? She could lose her life within half an hour.
Quickly, she gritted her teeth and began climbing the closest tree to her, first checking for tracker Jacker nests. None. She was lucky, for now.
They came into the clearing, where Hermione took out her wand, secretly. She ducked behind some leaves, careful not to be seen. They all had wands, so if she wanted to kill one of them, she had to kill the rest too. The only problem was: Ron was with them.
He was a smart boy: always convincing people to like him. But who wouldn't like him. He had cute, ginger hair and adorable freckles. He was irresistible.
He looked up at the trees and for a second, caught her eye. A smile planted on his lips.
"Ron, d' you see anyone?" Luna asked. Luna was the strongest, most fearless career from district one. Everyone was terrified of Luna.
"Nope." Ron lied. "No one."
"What about you, Hannah?" Hannah Abot was another career, from district four.
"Sorry" Hannah shrugged
"I think I saw Hermione go that way" Ron pointed in the opposite direction. He was helping me.
As they were leaving, Ron crossed his fingers behind his back. I nearly giggled. He was just too funny for me!
I heard a scream from where the careers left as another poor tribute had gone. Another one bites the dust.
Ron led them towards the little twelve year old from district eight: Parvatti.
"Thank you Ron!" I whispered