You can do this, Katniss. You can do this. Calm down. Just run away from the Cornucopia.
I feel myself rising and pound on the glass of the tube. I'm scared, I don't want to do this. I can't do this. The last thing I see before I enter the arena is a flash of white.
I squeeze my eyes shut, and then open them, getting used to the sun. I look around and see a flat, open stretch of ground. A plain. I turn around and see a large forest. That is where Haymitch would want me to go. The countdown begins.
60..59..
My heart is beating in my ears, and I panic. I realise that I have been making fists with my hands, and I try my best to relax them. I take a deep breath and observe the goods scattered around the Cornucopia. I see a sheath of arrows and a bow, and I know they are meant for me.
30..29..
I stand on the edge of my metal plate, getting ready to run. I search for Peeta, who is about five tributes away from me. He looks as if he's going to run for it, too.
10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..
I push off of my platform and the last thing I hear before everything goes white is the countdown reaching 1.