"Simon, please don't leave me, I want you to win!" says the gentle but frantic voice of my crying little sister, Annie, in my memory. I'm just a wimpy, petrified 12 year old boy from district 6. How am I supposed to win?

I don't deserve to die this young; I'll never make it out alive against these tributes. All their cruel, determined faces staring at one another, the surroundings or the big supply filled cornucopia. I just pray that I'll survive the day and make an alliance, hopefully with my other district partner, Kim. I probably should have made one with her or someone else when I had the chance, but no. I decided to stick with the fire making station and attempt to produce a single fire which did not happen.

This place... this place looks like Ancient Rome. My mother used to tell me tales about it, saying how it had lions roaming the seating area of the colosseum and the snakes that bit your skin and would instantly end in death. I had never believed it, until now. I look around and see that there's nowhere to hide; it's just a big wasteland. Off in the distance is the colosseum- wait was that a lion outside it?

5…

Oh no! The counting has started! I want to scream out in fear.

4…

I want to shout that I am not ready to die at this age.

3…

I want to shriek about how bad the capitol was for making us do this.

2…

I look at the other tributes who have now braced themselves.

1…

For district 6…

I block out everything completely, closing my eyes and breathing deeply. I open my heavily lashed brown eyes while exhaling, seeing every tribute leap off their platforms and start running away or towards the large silver cornucopia. Here goes nothing. I stride off my platform and jog lightly towards the cornucopia so my skinny little legs won't tire out so easily. A spear comes hurdling my way and I dive to my left landing on the hard brown dirt. The long silver spear embeds itself into the ground behind me and wobbles from the impact. I pick my quivering body back up again and start sprinting for the cornucopia in my haste to reach it. Wait… why am I running there? I hear the stern lecture of my mentor. "Don't go for the cornucopia, whatever you do, don't." I ignore the voice of my grumpy mentor and if possible start running faster. I reach it out of breath and lean against the side of it. I don't think I have ever run that fast in my life! Somehow I made it here -the cornucopia- without dying, heck, without even a scratch worth noticing. Maybe I do have a chance here.

I search the supplies of the large cornucopia and see a nice set of knives. I hear a faint laugh behind me but I ignore it as panic overtakes my body. Suddenly I feel a sharp pain on my back, worthy enough to obscure my vision for a few moments. I fall to my knees the impact of the fall obscures my vision again. I randomly grab for a knife and once I feel one I snatch it out of the box. I try to hit the person but unfortunately I miss completely. The person is going to kill me. I turn my head and look at the person… Oh no… it was Hattie, the lunatic, the whacko, the crazy career from district 2. She was going to kill me; I could see the menacing glint in her baby blue eyes.

"Please don't kill me" I whisper in a childish voice, it was the last hope I had.

She must have said something else but all I hear is her last words.

"Sweeeeeeet Dreeeeeeams." She murmurs before I feel one last searing pain in my back. I keel face first in the ground and replay her words in my head before fading out completely.

"Sweeeeeeet Dreeeeeeams."

Author Note:

Thank you to April Doll for allowing me to use her superb character in this story. This story was inspired when roleplaying his death with April. Thank you for reading and review please.