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*Beep Beep* *Beep Beep*

I groan as I lean up to look at my computer. 10 minutes before the count down. I go wash my face to wake me up. After the cold water splashes against my skin a couple times, I'm awake and ready for business.

I take my spot at my computer and accept the few sponsor requests that have appeared there. Nothing to do now but wait for the countdown. I turn on the screen that will too soon show Daisy, but all there is, is static. Even the mentors aren't allowed to know about the arena yet.

I watch the minutes tick away, but I don't get tired. I'm all nerves now. 1 minute left. I sneak a glance at Ursula's picture and urgency overwhelms me. I will help Daisy win this.

The computer beeps again and the screen becomes clear. I see an empty pedestal without a center. It's surely rising with my precious tribute on it. I see the arena. It's the ruins of a city. The cornucopia seems surprisingly empty. It's still full of weapons and survival instruments, don't get me wrong, but it just seems a little different.

Daisy rises with her pedestal and I see her look of confusion as she looks around her. She's trying to figure out how to play this. There's a small backpack right in front of her, but it's still a little farther away than I would advise her to try for.

The minute countdown begins and I take in the other tributes. About 20 seconds left on the clock. Suddenly, a tiny little boy tribute I've never noticed before trips off his pedestal and starts an explosion.

I look at my virtual list of dead tributes and see that he is the District 8 male.

The other tributes look confused and a little frightened by the first death. The explosion is still going on when the gong goes off. None off the tributes hear it but Daisy. She races towards the backpack and takes off. I set one of the screens to the bloodbath as I watch Daisy make her watch through the destroyed bits of the town and into the section where the buildings are less destroyed.

I look at the bloodbath, but no one seems to have noticed or cared about her absence. This is one of the times where I'm grateful that people tend to forget about District 11. The killing goes on until everyone is gone except the careers. All of them are fine of course. They're pretty much invincible for the first few days.

The careers clear off to let the hovercraft collect the bodies. Other than the boy who jumped, nine people have died. I look at the dead and see who's died. The girl from 3, the boy from 5, both from 6, the boy from 7, the girl from 9, both from 10, and the boy from 12. 10 tributes dead. 13 to go. 1 to come home. And I pray that 1 will be Daisy.

Speaking of Daisy, she's found an old building to hide in about 3 and a half miles from the cornucopia. I look at a tribute map and see no one is around her. In fact, no one is within a mile of her. Obviously, the boy from 8 has helped her and I silently thank him.

In her building, Daisy has started unpacking her backpack. She has a flashlight, a warm hat, a bottle of water (filled, thankfully), a box of matches, a small knife, a sleeping bag, and two bags of dried fruit. I wonder about the warmer items, because so far, the sun has been shining and many of the tributes have taken their coats off. They were given heavy clothing, but most tributes had shed it and left it behind as they ran. Daisy took hers off as well, but she was smart enough to stuff it in her backpack.

Daisy goes into a closet with her belongings and drifts off to sleep. I praise her for hiding a little more before she lets her guard down.

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-TheUglyDuckling492