Mira District 5
I can't stop thinking about how I want to play this game. I don't have any chance of winning, just look at me! A silly, skinny girl, nearly fifteen years old and never ever killed anyone or anything, not even a fly! The best thing I can do is probably throw myself in front of a career so they can kill me quickly. Even if I can run and hide for a while, my death will only be postponed and considering the playmakers who will do everything to give the people sensation by killing of tributes at spectacular ways, my death will only be more painful. I've made my decision! The thing is, how am I going to explain this to my mother and little sister? I see them crying and suddenly I feel like I can't leave them alone, that I can't disappoint them! District 5 is counting on me and my partner. Maybe I do have a chance, if I play it smart.
Zjoff, District 7
"It's okay mom, I will be back, I promise!". `Although the chances are small`, I add in my mind. Of course I try to cheer her up a bit, it must be hard for her to hear that your only son and only child will be participating at the Hunger Games, the game were 23 children die and only one survives, but I'm feeling confident. I am good with a spear, I learned that from my dad. Before he died, we used to train with it every morning, two hours before he went to work, and that is a great profit for playing this game. "Please, do come back at me son, I can't save it all by myself, please come back!". My mother bursts into tears when I give her a hug so I can feel her wet cheek against mine. I could stand here forever, hugging my mother, but the door of the train behind me opens and I feel a hand on my shoulder and a voice saying that I must get in, now. I hop on the train without even looking away from my mother who cries even harder. When the door starts closing I feel like I'm never going to see her again and with that thought in my mind, the tears start flowing.
June, District 12
The train rushes through Panem and I can't help but feeling a little scared. I never left my district, I think no one I know ever left district 12, except our tributes but they never came back. Suddenly I feel cold and my mind stands still for a moment. No one ever won the Hunger games of our district, no one! This doesn't look good. Maybe we really are to weak and maybe the careers really are super strong! I look outside and when I see the trees passing bye, I find peace again. I have another week to live so there's no time for waisting any minute on fear. I'm pretty sure that I won't be the one who's coming back home and neither is my partner, or do I have to say enemy? "No winners from district 12 this year.", I say out loud to myself and while thinking that this is my last week, I grab a piece of the lemon cake that stands right before my nose.
Wayne, District 3
"We are almost there". The lady from the Capitol is far to happy in my opinion. She wipes off a crumble of cake of her orange colored lips and strikes through her purple hair. "Soon you can see the Capitol", she says while blinking her eyes. This lady is annoying me from the very beginning. How the hell can she be so cheerful when you know you're talking to two children who'll probably die very soon? In my head I imagine myself killing her here and now. I would probably hit her right in the face `till she bleeds, tear her mouth open and push that whole cake in her throat while laughing. When her skin has the same color as her hair, I will take her body and smack her against the wall. "What are you thinking?", the girl next to me asks. "Nothing in particular", I lied. She turnes her head away from me and sighs. I learned that her name is Raya and that she is 17 years old. Maybe I should be a little more friendly because she and I could form an alliance. But not today because the Capitol-lady is still annoying me and I hope I don't lose my temper before I'm in the arena.