As the countdown began, moments from my life begin to flash before my eyes. Me at age 5, squealing as my father picked me up and spun me around. Me, age 6, starting big kid school for the first time. Age 8, running around the playground and falling over, cutting open my knee. Getting stitches afterwards. Age 10, rebuilding my first computer. Age 12, my first reaping. Age 12 again, becoming friends with Josh. Age 13, surviving another reaping and teaching my little brothers about circuit boards. Age 15, when Josh kissed me for the first time. Age 16, telling Josh I loved him for the first time. Age 17, heading towards another reaping. My name being called. Wishing we were a Career District but knowing no one was going to volunteer for me. My mother crying, my father holding me. Telling Josh to be strong, for me. Promising I would try my best, but telling him he needed to start moving on now. The train. The remake center. My score being quite average. The interviews. The countdown is nearly finished when I stop reminiscing about my life. There was no point getting nostalgic about the past anymore. All I could do was hold onto those memories. I looked at the other tributes, wondering if the same thoughts were going through their minds. Five seconds left on the countdown. Four. Three. Two. One. I race for a weapon, any weapon. I see a sword and run for it. I'm running for it when I feel a sharp pain in my back before going down. At first it didn't hurt that much but then I realise what has happened. Not even a full minute into the game and I am done. I hadn't even gotten to try. The last image I see in my mind is that of my family and Josh. "I love you." I whisper, before everything goes dark.