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7. Determination- boy from 9's POV
From the moment I heard my name called out at the reaping I was determined. I was determined to win the Hunger Games. I had accomplished so much in my life and I was not willing to give it up. I swore that I would win the games no matter what.
Becoming a tribute in District 9 is usually a death sentence but I was not going to let that slow me down. I am strong. I am a fighter. Nothing will stop me from winning.
I think about my family back at home probably in our living room anxiously awaiting the start of the games. This is for them! I will win this for them.
I position myself on my metal plate so that I can run into the cornucopia. I am confident that I can live through this. I might even be able to kill a few tributes on my way! This will be excellent. I'll show the Capitol that I'm more than just a pawn in their game!
I count down the seconds until the gong rings off, feeling as determined as ever! Determined to win. 5...4...3...2...1... BOOM!
I charge into the bloodbath feeling like I'm on top of the world. I'm much faster than most of the tributes and reach the supplies before them. I calmly look around, looking for something useful.
That's when I see her. That girl from District 12, the one with an eleven in training. I smile in pleasure. She doesn't look that strong. I could kill her easily. That will show the capitol that I'm not just a stupid pawn in their stupid game!
I sprint towards her and we collide at an orange backpack which looks like it might contain some useful supplies. We begin to wrestle over the backpack. I know I can win! I was born for this.
We fight over the bag for a few more seconds and just as I am about to disarm her I feel a sharp pain in my back. I stumble forward, coughing blood into the girl's face. I try to regain my balance but I end up falling forward. I struggle to stand up but I've lost all of my strength.
I suddenly realize the truth. I am going to die. I was so worried about getting back at the capitol that I didn't even consider my own life.
A single tear slides down my bloody face as I think about my family. I'll never see them again. I loved them so much and I'll never be able to tell them.
As I lay there taking my last few breaths I can't help thinking how ironic it is that the very thing that brought me down was my determination.
