It was only a few seconds till the Hunger Games were going to begin. I stared at the screen feeling scared for Katniss and knowing the next two weeks were going to hard. I just hope Katniss will come home as if she doesn't my life will be something that I don't want to be living. The countdown was starting 7, 6, 5, 4...3...2...1 "Let the 74th Hunger Games begin"
Katniss ran into the woods without looking back. She avoided the bloodbath, she wasn't going to die anytime today! I cant think of a word that describes how scared I am for Katniss but all the same I was proud to be her sister, proud to be the sister of the girl who volunteered.
Even watching the hunger games at home is hard, watching all the people die, but even in the past I had to watch it just in case I got picked and anyway this year I had to watch Katniss and Peeta. I stroked my cat and crossed my fingers. This was going to be the hardest 2 weeks of my life, and 2 I would never forget. Please come home Katniss. Your better than the others, everyone thinks that, knows that, believes that.
Sorry it's a short one I will make the next one a bit longer!